Lyle lanley: well, sir, there's nothing on earth
like a genuine,
bona fide,
electrified,
six-car
monorail!
what'd i say?
ned flanders: monorail!
lyle lanley: what's it called?
patty+selma: monorail!
lyle lanley: that's right! monorail!
[crowd chants `monorail' softly and rhythmically]
miss hoover: i hear those things are awfully loud...
lyle lanley: it glides as softly as a cloud.
apu: is there a chance the track could bend?
lyle lanley: not on your life, my hindu friend.
barney: what about us brain-dead slobs?
lyle lanley: you'll be given cushy jobs.
abe: were you sent here by the devil?
lyle lanley: no, good sir, i'm on the level.
wiggum: the ring came off my pudding can.
lyle lanley: take my pen knife, my good man.
i swear it's springfield's only choice...
throw up your hands and raise your voice!
all: monorail!
lyle lanley: what's it called?
all: monorail!
lyle lanley: once again...
all: monorail!
marge: but main street's still all cracked and broken...
bart: sorry, mom, the mob has spoken!
all: monorail!
monorail!
monorail!
[big finish]
monorail!
homer: mono... d'oh!