Walla Walla. Keokuk. Cucamonga. Seattle.
“Homer, I’m afraid you’ll have to undergo a coronary bypass operation.”
“Say it in English, Doc!”
“You’re going to need open heart surgery.”
“Spare me your medical mumbo-jumbo!”
“We’re going to cut you open and tinker with your ticker.”
“Could you dumb it down a shade?”
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Seattle!
Dear Mr. President, There are too many states nowadays. Please, eliminate three. P.S. I am not a crackpot.
I’ll be dead in the cold cold ground before I recognize the state of Missouri!
I’ve had it with this school, Skinner. Low test scores, class after class of ugly, ugly children…
Ooo, floor pie!
Cupcakes, cupcakes… Yes, sweet cakes for all!
I think Bart’s stupid again, Mom.
OK, we’ll put the tired over here, the poor over there, and the huddled masses yearning to breathe free over there.
Attempted murder, really, what is that? Do they give a Nobel Prize for attempted chemistry?
Do you kids want to be like the real UN, or do you want to squabble and waste time?
Look, it’s either me or them. You’re gettin’ fucked one way or the other.
That’s not America…that’s not even Mexico!
Umm, wrong thread?
Oh yeah, oops, sorry about that. I don’t think even Bart ever said that.
Back to the game:
And I think it’s ironic that for once Dad’s butt actually prevented the release of toxic ga—
We’re gonna live like kings! Damn hell ass kings!
Grandpa, did you sit on the apple pie?
This elevator only goes to the basement. And somebody made an awful mess down there…
Barney (standing up): My name is Barney, and I’m an alcoholic.
Lisa: Mr. Gumble, this is a Girl Scouts meeting!
Barney: Is it? Or is it that you girls can’t admit you have a problem?