[Homer starts sliding down the ski slope]
Homer Simpson: Okay, don't panic. Remember what the instructor said...
Ski Instructor: [thought bubble] If you get into any trouble, all you have to do is...
[image changes to Flanders, wiggling his butt]
Ned Flanders: [thought bubble] Feels like I'm wearing nothing at all... nothing at all... nothing at all!...
Homer Simpson: AH! Stupid sexy Flanders.
[Homer's legs slide apart]
Homer Simpson: Ow, my leg! This is the worst pain ever!
[Homer gets repeatedly hit in the crotch by snow mounds]
Lisa Simpson: Would you guys turn that down!
Homer Simpson: Sweetie, if we didn't turn it down for the cops, what chance do you have?
Homer Simpson: Leprosy? I can't believe it. That fortune cookie was right!
Bart Simpson: Why would God punish a kid? I mean, an American kid?
Homer Simpson: Braaains. Braaaaains. Use your brains to help us! Your delicious braaains.
Ned Flanders: Ouch, that smarts. Boys, get the alcohol-free alcohol.