Fiddle-dee-dee! That will require a tetanus shot.
Well, he’s kind of had it in for me ever since I accidentally ran over his dog. Actually, replace “accidentally” with “repeatedly,” and replace “dog” with “son.”
Pfft, English. Who needs that? I’m never going to England.
Look, Homer, all of us pull a few boners now and then, go off half-cocked, make asses of ourselves. So, I don’t want to be hard on you, but I just wish you wouldn’t curse in front of my boys.
I did go to the town meeting with the intention of ambushing Mr. Burns. After the meeting, I rushed to the bathroom to apply my camoflauge make-up.
I used to be With IT. But then they changed what IT was. Now what I’m with isn’t IT, and what’s IT seems scary and wierd. It’ll happen to YOU.
Now Homer, I know what you’re thinking. I want to take the pressure off. Now, it doesn’t take a “whiz” to know that you’re looking out for “Number One”. Well, listen to me, and you’ll make a big splash very soon.
“I’m not calling you a liar but….I can’t think of a way to finish that sentence.”
Note: Poochie died on the way back to his home planet.
Simpson, eh?
Poachers are nature’s way of keeping the balance. Whenever there are so many species that people get confused and angry a poacher is born.
Mmmm…various eggs.
Mmmm…unexplained bacon.
That is one of the Simpsons’ all-time greatest moments, perhaps behind only Frank Grimes’s electrocution and the opening credit sequence featuring Ke$ha’s “TiK ToK.”
If you really want something in life you have to work for it. Now quiet, they’re about to announce the lottery numbers.
We’re the baddest punks in our age bracket.
Now what is a wedding? Well, Webster’s dictionary describes a wedding as “the process of removing weeds from one’s garden”.
Webster’s dictionary defines excellence as “the state or condition of being excellent”.
Dad didn’t leave! When he comes back from the store, he’s going to wave those Pop-Tarts right in your face!
Yes, the Simpsons have come a long way since an old drunk made humans out of his rabbit characters to pay off his gambling debts. Who knows what adventures they’ll have between now and the time the show becomes unprofitable?
Lisa, get in here… In this house we obey the laws of thermodynamics!
I’m normally not a praying man, but if you’re up there, please save me, Superman!