You could see our house in that photo!
You don’t need to cover up for me. I’m merely a pile of circuits and microchips.
All right, first item: I lost our life savings in the stock market. Now, let’s move on to the real issue: Lisa’s hogging of the maple syrup!
My daddy’s gun tastes like pennies.
OOC: You don’t even want to know how I misread that…
In play: Sarah, it’s ten dollars a pill!
Your cable TV is experiencing difficulties. Please, do not panic. Resist the temptation to read or talk to loved ones. Do not attempt sexual relations, as years of TV radiation have left your genitals withered and useless.
All I know is my testicles won’t fit in my underwear.
Hello, I’m Dr. Cheeks. I’m doing my rounds, and, uh, I’m a little behind.
Why, if it isn’t my old friend, Mr. McGreg. With a leg for an arm and an arm for a leg!
Hi, Super-Nintendo Chalmers!
I said: “Make way for Willie,” you bloated gasbag.
Oh, come on, Edna. We both know these children have no future! [after a horrified silence] Prove me wrong, kids. Prove me wrong!
Mrs. Krabappel, are you trying to seduce me?
No, Maggie. Not Aztec, Olmec. Ol-mec.
This is indeed a disturbing universe.
Raise your left hock. Aerate! Raise your right hock. Aerate! Come on, people. I want to see more Theodore Roosevelts and less Franklin Roosevelts!
Smithers, you infernal ninny! Stick your left hoof on that flange, now! Now, if you can get it through your bug-addled brain, jam the second mephitic clodhopper of yours on the right doo-dad! Now pump those scrawny chicken legs, you stuporous funker!
But sir, every plant and tree will die! Owls will deafen us with incessant hooting! The town’s sundial will be useless!
After all these years, things are finally starting to go my way.
Oh, Diablo Canyon #2 – why can’t you be more like Diablo Canyon #1?