Well sure, buddy, I’d be happy to help out. What can I do-diddily-doodily-diddly-hobbily-hibbily-gobbily-gobbily-gobble-gabba-gabba-hey?
Aw, hell-diddly-ding-dong crap! Can’t you morons do anything right?!
¡Ay, ay, ay – Señor Ding-Dong!
“Ay, ay, ay! No es bueno!”
That is a rare photo of Sean Connery, signed by Roger Moore; it is worth one hundred and fifty dollars.
“Is it okay to come out now, Mr. Gay Man sir?”
You know you’re not supposed to go in there. What is your fascination with my Forbidden Closet of Mystery?
Miss Hoover, I glued my head to my shoulder.
The children are right to laugh at you, Ralph. These scissors couldn’t cut butter.
Now put paste on your paper. Ralph, are you eating your paste?
No, you regained consciousness. Alison got first chair – and believe me, THIS IS NOT A DREAM!!!
Miss Simpson, do you find something funny about the word “tromboner”?
Justice is not a frivolous thing, Simpson. It has little, if anything, to do with a disobedient whale. Now let’s vote.
Hint: #542 
BIP: Now, let’s forget our troubles with a big bowl of strawberry ice cream!
Hi, Lisa! Hi, Super-Nintendo Chalmers!
(From the guy who won’t go back one page to check on movie titles. )
BIP: “Oh but, Moe, the dank! The dank!”
Sorry, Homer. I was born a snake handler, and I’ll die a snake handler.
“Spinoff!” Is there any word more thrilling to the human soul?
Don’t have a cow, man.
Of course, for that ending to work, you would have to ignore all the Simpson DNA evidence. And that would be downright nutty!