Here is a few (now I have my wife doing it too!). I put the whole joke so you can get the content, but often use just the punchline:
Sea Captain McAllister: “Arr, here be a fine vessel, the yarest river goin’ boat
thar be.”
Homer: “I’ll take it!”
(the boat sinks)
McAllister: (sadly) “Arr, I don’t know what I’m doin’.”
McAllister: “Arr, matee, narry a warning light to be seen. Clear
sailin’ ahead for our precious cargo.”
Sailor: “Uh, would that be the hot pants, sir?”
McAllister: “Aye, the hot pants.”
Charity Bachelor Auction reject:
Krusty: “Come on! He likes sunsets, what more do you want?”
McAllister: “Arr, I’m not attractive.”
Homer: To alcohol! The cause of, and solution to, all of life’s problems.
Rev. Lovejoy: Wait a minute. This sounds like rock and/or roll.
Homer: Got any of that beer that has candy floating in it? You know, Skittlebrau?
Apu: Such a beer does not exist, sir. I think you must have dreamed it.
Homer: Oh. Well, then just give me a six-pack and a couple of bags of Skittles.
Homer: I saw this in a movie about a bus that had to SPEED around a city, keeping its SPEED over fifty, and if its SPEED dropped, it would explode. I think it was called, “The Bus That Couldn’t Slow Down.”
Kang: Holy fleurking schnit!
Marge: Homer, the plant called. They said if you don’t show up tomorrow don’t bother showing up on Monday.
Homer: Woo-hoo! Four-day weekend!
Shopkeeper: Take this object, but beware: it carries a terrible curse!
Homer: Oooh, that’s bad.
Shopkeeper: But it comes with a free Frogurt!
Homer: That’s good!
Shopkeeper: The Frogurt is also cursed.
Homer: That’s bad.
Shopkeeper: But you get your choice of toppings!
Homer: That’s good!
Shopkeeper: The toppings contain potassium benzoate.
[Homer looks puzzled.]
Shopkeeper: That’s bad.
Homer: Can I go now?
Grampa Simpson: Welcome home, son. I broke two lamps and lost all your mail. What’s wrong with your wife?
Homer: Never mind, you wouldn’t understand.
Grampa Simpson: Flu?
Homer: No.
Grampa Simpson: Protein deficiency?
Homer: No.
Grampa Simpson: Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis?
Homer: No.
Grampa Simpson: Unsatisfying sex life?
Homer: N – yes. But please, don’t you say that word!
Grampa Simpson: What, seeex? What’s so unappealing about hearing your elderly father talk about sex? I had seeeeex.
Homer: Here are your messages: You have 30 minutes to move your car. You have 10 minutes. Your car has been impounded. Your car has been crushed into a cube. You have 30 minutes to move your cube.
Homer: Sometimes I think we’re the worst family in town.
Marge: Maybe we should move to a larger community.
Bart: I am through with working. Working is for chumps.
Homer: Son, I’m proud of you! I was twice your age when I figured that out.
Homer: Kids, kids. I’m not going to die. That only happens to bad people.
Bart: What about Abraham Lincoln?
Homer: Uh, he sold poison milk to school children.
Chief Wiggum: What IS your fascination with my forbidden closet of mysteries?
George Washington: We had quitters during the Revolution too. . . we called them Kentuckians.
No lawyer is complete without this one:
Judge: Mr. Hutz, are you aware you’re not wearing any pants?
Lionel Hutz: Uh, your Honor, can I call for one of those bad trial thingys?
Judge: You mean a mistrial?
Lionel Hutz: Yeah…that’s why you’re the judge, and I am the law… talkin’…guy.
Mr. Burns: A lifetime of working with nuclear power has left me with a healthy green blow… and left me as impotent as a Nevada boxing commissioner.
Homer: 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.
Homer: Kids, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.
Maude Flanders: They were having S-E-X in front of C-H-I-L-D-R-E-N!
Krusty the Clown: Sex Cauldron? I thought they closed that place down!
Chief Wiggum: No jury in the world is going to convict a baby. …Maybe Texas.
And my #1 all time favorite:
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 woulda never thought of that.