Oh Homer, that’s just an urban legend. People don’t do that type of thing with fish.
That’s your solution to everything: to move under the sea! It’s not gonna happen!
The Aurora Borealis? At this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of the country, localized entirely within your kitchen? May I see it?
Don’t look where I’m pointing!
I know a web site that shows monkeys doing it.
“Pray for Mojo!”
Added the appropriate font. 
BIP: I think I’m gonna call him Stampy.
Well, it definitely spiffs up the joint. Thnx.
BIP: I hear that guy’s ass has it’s own congressman!
Wait a minute, I want to tack on a rider to that bill: $30 million of taxpayer money to support the perverted arts.
Mr. Speaker, I’m all for the bill, but shouldn’t we tack on - a pay raise for ourselves?
Bear patrol tax? This is an outrage! It’s the biggest tax increase in history!
Can’t we have one meeting that doesn’t end with us digging up a corpse?
Play some ominous music, so that our trip to the body dumpery might be more cinematic.
“Spider-pig, Spider-pig, does whatever a Spider-pig does.”
Tonight’s all about: “Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows…” Oh, sorry Marge. Wrong tape: “Welcome to the jungle! We got fun and games…”
I was elected to lead, not to read.
One for Martin, two for Martin. Would you like another recount? Well, I just want to make sure. One for Martin, two for Martin.
Shoplifting is a victimless crime, like punching someone in the dark.
“Come to the light, boy. Come into the light. Come on now. There’s a good boy! Come on, come on…”
Ganesh has been subdued. The wedding may resume.