Facts are meaningless. You can use facts to prove anything that’s even remotely true.
“Hello is Mike there? Yeah, Mike. His last name’s Rotch.”
“Hey, has anyone seen MikeRotch?Has anyone seen MikeRotch???”
Old people don’t need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.
“Hello, is Homer there? Homer, yeah, Homer. His last name’s Seshwal.”
“Hey is one of you Homer Seshwal? Come one, one of you has to be Homer Seshwal!”
Episode? 
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Of course I can’t remember. 
Here’s one more:
“Hello is Freeley there? Yeah, Freeley. His first initials are ‘I.P.’”
“Hey listen, ‘I.P. Freeley!’ I said, ‘I.P. Freeley!’”
I think it was the one where Principal Skinner was dating one of Marge’s sisters.
I thought Bart simply said his last name was Sexual, not Seshwal
I’m Idaho!
Why, I had no idea. You see, I’ve spent the last ten years living on Mars, in a cave, with my eyes closed and my fingers in my ears.
I, for one, welcome our new ant overlords!
Thank you, come again. Smithers, release the hounds.
I misplaced my pants.
Who shot who in the what now?
Mose Tatupu. Mose Tatupu!
“Good night, my Patty-cake.”
“Good night, sweet principal.”
Look everybody! I can do this because I’m Homer Simp <ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP>
why don’t you invent yourself some underpants!
Stan Lee never left. I’m starting to suspect that his mind is no longer in mint condition.
No banging your head on the display cabinet, please. It contains a rare Mary Worth in which she has advised a friend to commit suicide. Thank you.
Look at the size of this place! I live in a single room above a bowling alley and below another bowling alley.
(Hijack) I once lived in an apartment complex that was located between a bowling alley and another bowling alley. It was great having a choice of bowling alleys to walk to.