The Very Reason That I Live

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.

Sideshow Bob:Hello, Bart.

Sideshow Bob:Looking for this?

Now I'm going to take some advice that was given to me by Lenny, and kill 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: 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.

We shall meet again, old friend. But now, I must steal away into the night.