intelligence
I wish there was a knob on the TV to turn up the intelligence. There's one called brightness, but it doesn't work.
Homer: You know, when I was a boy, I really wanted a catcher's mitt, but my dad wouldn't get it for me. So I held my breath until I passed out and banged my head on the coffee table. [cheerily] The doctor thought I might have brain damage.
Bart: Dad, what's the point of this story?
Homer: I like stories.
Brain: It must be inordinately taxing to be such a boob.
Pinky: You have no idea.
