Shut up, Becky!
Aah. You have very lucky dishes.
The frogurt is also cursed.
Hey, there’s a balloon machine in our bathroom!
Oh come on, Edna! We both know these kids have no future! … Prove me wrong, kids! Prove me wrong!
Shredded newspapers add much-needed roughage and essential inks. Besides, you didn’t notice the old gym mats!
Well, the kids have to learn about “Tek War” sooner or later.
:: long pause ::
Can I go now?
This anonymous clan of slack-jawed troglodytes has cost me the election, and yet if I were to have them killed, I would be the one to go to jail. That’s democracy for you.
That’s Slick Willie for you, always with the smooth talk.
I’ve created Lutherans!
Unshrink you?! Well, that would require some sort of a re-bigulator, which is a concept so ridiculous, it makes me want to laugh out loud and chortle, hmm-hey—ahh, but not at you, O holiest of gods, with the wrathfulness and vengeance and the blood reign and the hey, hey, hey, it hurts me.
I don’t see why. It’s a perfectly cromulent word.
Lisa, so you won’t be scared, I’ll show you some of the tools I’ll be using. This is the scraper, this is the poker, and this happy little fellow is called the gouger. Now the first thing I’ll be doing is chiseling some teeth out of your jawbone.
Hold still while I gas you.
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Dental plan
Lisa needs braces!
Now, look, boy. If your da goes ga-ga, you just use that…shin of yours to call me, and I’ll come a-runnin’.
I’m seeing double. Four Krustys!
What good is money if it can’t inspire terror in your fellow man?
When Bart’s done, can we Moe to the Moe-vies? There’s a Moe-tinee.
God Welcomes His Victims.
Mmm…Sacrilicious.
Marge, it takes two to lie. One to lie and one to listen.