Dr. Hibbert: (to Bart) Don't worry, son, you'll be fine. (to audience) This boy's appendix is inflamed and about to burst, which will make it easier to find once I get in there. (chuckles)
Homer: (watching from above) Man, these are primo seats. I could really go for a hot dog.
Marge: Homer! This is an operation.
Vendor: Hot dogs, get your hot dogs here!
Homer: Woo hoo!