Bart: Dad, I'm really glad you're still alive Homer: Yeah, it's every parent's dream to outlive their children. Good night, son (Homer turns off the light, closes the door, but then Sideshow Bob appears.) Sideshow Bob: Hello, Bart (Bart screams and then searches for the buzzer.) Sideshow Bob: Looking for this? (holds the buzzer in his hand) Now I'm going to take some advice that was given to me by Lenny, and k** you without doing. One thrust and the deed is done. I....I can't do it Bart: Huh? Why not? Sideshow Bob: Well, I guess I've—dear God—grown accustomed to your face! I've grown accustomed to his face And dreams of gouging out his eyes I've grown accustomed to my hate My plans to lacerate To disembowel To hear him howl The very reason that I live Is plotting how to watch him die Homer: (banging on the door) Bart! Turn down that original cast recording and go to sleep! Sideshow Bob: I know this chubby scalawag Has made my life a living hell Surely, if I drank his blood I'd be at peace... But well... Bart: You've grown accustomed to my face? Sideshow Bob: This isn't a duet Bart: Sorry Sideshow Bob: I've grown accustomed to your fear Accustomed to revenge Accustomed to your face