Sing the praises of pants!
Nothing better shows good taste than what I wear beneath my waist.
Hey, pants!
Haley thinks quantum theory is a game show, and Luke tried to take his pants off over his head.
Pants! Pants! Pants! Pants!
The human male goes through three stages. From a messy little boy in dirty jeans and a sweatshirt to a neat young man. He gets married and he goes right back to the dirty jeans and the sweatshirt.
I’ve been trying to get him into big boy clothes for years.
It’s a dog-eat-dog world, Sammy, and I’m wearing Milk-Bone underwear.
[Screaming in agony] “I’m on fiiiiiiire!”
“Yes, I’m rather regretting my choice of undergarments today, too.”
Well, what’s the matter with you?
Look what you did to my tree!
Watch out for that tree!
It’s all right; he’s from Barcelona!
Good job, Milhouse! Keep up the chatter!
A lock of the guard’s hair turned white and his teeth began to chatter.
Now see. . .that button’s out of place.
Push the button, Frank!
What contest in hell did I win?
A Year At The Top
Have you been to the motor vehicle bureau? It’s like a leper colony down there.
Stupid driving test at the stupid DMV where stupid Patty and stupid Selma work!
How did you do? Why don’t you ask the shattered remains of this pedestrian HOW DID YOU DO?
You made a U-turn in the Holland Tunnel? Oh, brother, that must-a been somethin’.