Marge: You know how I feel about faked kidnappings.
Homer: Still???
Homer (as Henry VIII): I wonder if I can canonize a child…
Lisa: Going!
Homer (still as Henry VIII): Must sire a dude… must sire a dude…
Homer (many times): Stupid Flanders.
Lenny (as Lewis… or is it Clark?): We’re here to tell you that now you have to follow our laws, obey our President, and worship our God.
Homer (as Indian chief, rolling his eyes): Yeah, yeah, I’ll get right on it.
You gave both dogs away?! You know how I feel about giving!
Lisa, if you don’t like your job, you don’t strike; you just go in every day and do it really half-assed. That’s the American way!
Insurance Agent: Now, before I give you the check, one more question. This place, "Moe’s’’, you left just before the accident. This is a business of some kind?
Homer’s Brain: Don’t tell him you were at a bar! Gasp! But what else is open at night?
Homer: It’s a pornography store. I was buying pornography.
Homer’s Brain: Heh heh heh. I would’a never thought of that.
“Look, see, the thing about our family… there’s five of us. Marge, Bart, Girl Bart, the one who doesn’t talk, and the fat guy. How I loathe him.” shakes fist, then falls off bar stool
The Muppet Talk:
One of the kids "Dad, what’s a Muppet?
Homer: Well, it’s not quite a mop, not quite a puppet, but man… (laughs for awhile, then pauses) So, to answer your question, I don’t know. "
I actually have this in my .sig at work currently, where we often deal with emergency technical problems:
[Homer’s house is in flames, and he tries to recall fire safety training:]
“When the fire starts to burn, there is something you must learn:
Something something, then you’ll see, you’ll avoid catastrophe!
– D’OH!!”
Or more visually, from the episode when George Bush (Sr.) moves to Springfield to get away from it all (“the town with the lowest voter turnout in the nation” where the people don’t recognize even his name, reacting with a hesitant “ohhh…” when he elaborate that he is “former President George Bush”), we come back from the first commercial break to see Homer fingering an entry for GB in the Encyclopedia, muttering, “well, I guess his story checks out”.