i'll help you.
he *sniffs* that ether! i've seen him do it!
he *smells* like he could put you to sleep!
*you're* a doctor, homer--you don't smell like ether.
but you've studied with the old man for *years*!
i'm sorry, homer.
he does it because we like it.
they're *our* snowballs! they *stole* them!
do you ever think about leaving this place to go find them?
i mean your parents.
why not?
yeah. but sometimes i wish i could meet mine, anyway.
uh.  i'd like to show them that i can cook, a little.
and that i can drive a truck!
sometimes i want to meet them so i can kill them. just sometimes.
homer, you know i would never kill anyone--you know i wouldn't.
i think mary agnes could kill someone.
what's she so emotional about?
what'd she die of?
what are you going to tell the little ones?
why would the little ones believe that *anyone* would adopt him?
shouldn't we tell homer?
it was a family with a better breathing machine then the one dr. larch built.
the family that adopted fuzzy, they *invented* the breathing machine. it's their business.  breathing machines.
dr. larch? dr. larch?
what are you doing here?