Singer: Jellyfish along you came And right away I'm stung. Sweet words I long to whisper But you've paralyzed my tounge... Marge: Oh, what a magical evening. The moonlight, the music, the water— Homer: Enough talk! Dip me, my love! Lower. Lower! Lower! Seymour Skinner: Mmm, this is as romantic as the night I proposed. Edna Krabappel: Maybe we can have this band play at our wedding. Seymour Skinner: I was kinda hoping we could use this audio cassette. Edna Krabappel: Seymour, we've got to have a band! Seymour Skinner: Fine, but no cake. Chief Wiggum: Sarah, you're as lovely as the day I first arrested you. You know I planted that crystal meth just to meet you. I was so shy. Ned Flanders: (sighs) Well, Sea Captain, looks like you and I are sailing solo tonight. The Sea Captain: Arrgh you hitting on me? Cuz I don't do dat...on land. Ned Flanders: Well, guess I might as well be headin' back to my store. Have a date with some twins: State and Federal Tax Forms. Marge: Poor Ned. This is his first Jellyfish Festival alone. Homer: I know and it doesn't get any easier from here. There's the Tongue-Kissing Festival, Cinco de Ocho, the Hobo Oscars, days just made for lovers. Not widowers...lovers.