Geez…how could we forget El Viaje Misterioso de Nuestro Jomer (The Mysterious Voyage of Our Homer).
Homer: In your face, Space Coyote!
Homer: Note to self: Don’t do anything.
[Lisa and Bart are brushing their teeth, and look out the window to see Homer’s silhouette from the lighthouse light]
Bart: Is that Dad?
Lisa: Either that, or Batman’s really let himself go.
Coyote: There is a lesson you must learn.
Homer: If it’s about laying off the insanity pappers, I’m WAY ahead of you.
Homer: We don’t have anything in common. [opens the record cabinet, with “Marge” and “Homer” sections] Look at these records: Jim Nabors, Glen Campbell, the Doodletown Pipers. Now look at her records! They stink!
Homer: [Looking for his soulmate in a newspaper] Hello? Is this… [reads his paper] GBM? Uh, yeah. I read in the personals that you were seeking a soulmate. Well, I also like rainy days and movies. Uh-huh… [apprehensively] Uh, no, I don’t like that… Or that… No, it’s not that I’m afraid. [very quickly] I’m
going to hang up now, bye-bye.
Homer: Wow, Marge, you really do understand me. See, I thought we weren’t soulmates because…
Marge: …we had a fight?
Homer: Right, and we don’t like the same things. It’s like you’re from Venus…
Marge: …and you’re from Mars.
Homer: [resentfully] Oh, sure, give me the one with all the monsters.
From I Am Furious (Yellow):
Homer: I’m just passionate, like all us Greeks.
Marge: No, you’re angry. Look, you’re punching the cat right now.
Homer: [Looks at right hand, which is holding Snowball. His left hand is punching the cat in the belly] Oh my god, you’re right!