I love to hate the comic book guy. Mainly because he’s so realistic. I’ve been in a couple of shops with pudgy doughboy know-it-alls like him running the place, thinking they’re hot shit.
“Sarcasm having been lost on you, we shall now close the register drawer.”
Professor Frink! Professor Frink! He’ll make you laugh, he’ll make you think!
“Unshrink you? Well that would require some sort of a RE-bigulator, which is a concept so ridiculous it makes me want to laugh out loud. But not at YOU, oh holiest of gods, with wrathfulness and the vengeance and the blood reign and the hey hey hey it hurts me!”
“Talkin’ outta turn? That’s a paddlin’. Starin’ out the window? That’s a paddlin’. Paddlin’ the school canoe? Oooo, you better believe that’s a paddlin’!”
TROY: Now, don’t you worry, Mrs. Simpson. I…uh-oh. We’ve drawn Judge Snyder.
MARGE: Is that bad?
TROY: Weeeeelll, he’s had it in for me ever since I kinda ran over his dog.
MARGE: You did?
TROY: Weeeeeeeeelll, replace the word “kinda” with the word “repeatedly,” and the word “dog” with “son.”