Wow, we could be here all night. These are all paraphrased from my failing memory:
Homer: Why, just the other day I asked Mr. Burns if I could borrow $1,000.
Marge: What for?
Homer: Aw, I gotta get the third degree from you too?
Ralph: That’s my sandbox. I’m not allowed in the deep end.
Homer: I think I was selected for my leadership skills. Everyone always says they have to work twice as hard when I’m around.
Marge: Homer, I don’t want you stalking people. Remember when you were convinced Charles Kuralt had dug up our garden?
Homer: Well, something did!
Smithers: The latest polls indicate the public views you as some sort of ogre, sir.
Burns: Ooh, I ought to club them and eat their bones!
Marge: By the way, the plant called. They said if you don’t show up tomorrow, don’t bother coming in on Monday.
Homer: Woo hoo! Four day weekend!
Homer: You people are afraid to try new things. For instance, tonight I’m using a… hey Apu, what do you call this thing?
Apu: A napkin.
Homer: Heh heh. Out-RAGEOUS!
I can’t remember it all cause I only saw it once, but the one where Bart pretends to be Homer and Burns comes in with his yearly evaluation: “You sold arms to the Iranians… without a markup! And last week you took off for the Hamburgler’s birthday both Monday and Wednesday! Which is it?”
Security guy: If you really want to sleep easy at night, I recommend sealing off all the doors and windows with bulletproof lucite.
Marge: But wouldn’t we suffocate?
Security guy: Well, I would hope not!
Homer: Let’s get that! The suffocation thing.
Marge: Mr. Hutz, I didn’t know you sold real estate.
Lionel: Well, the law practice is a little bit slow, and since most of my clients end up losing their homes anyway, this was a natural move for me.
I better stop now before I think of more.