How did the pig tracks get on the ceiling?
That’s not true! It’s just a rumor. You’re engaged in speculation. I know the law, you can’t prove anything.
Hey, you! Get out of my office!
They’ll play what I tell them to play…for I am the mayor of Albuquerque!
Have the Rolling Stones killed!
Holy cow! Homer just fell on Aerosmith!
Mrs. Krabappel, I really need my drumsticks.
And besides, if a woman really loves a man, she doesn’t care if an alligator bites off his face.
Wait a minute. Bart’s teacher is named Krabappel? I’ve been calling her Crandall. Why didn’t someone tell me? Oh, I’ve been making an idiot out of myself!
Well, kids, this is where you would watch Itchy & Scratchy, except they’re on the Gabbo Show now. So, here’s Eastern Europe’s favorite cat and mouse team: Worker and Parasite!
“Рабочий И Паразит” “Endut! Hoch Hech!”
Uh, hi, Mr. Meyers. I’ve been doing some thinking, and I’ve got some ideas to improve the show. I got it right here. One: Poochie needs to be louder, angrier, and have access to a time machine. Two: Whenever Poochie’s not onscreen, all the other characters should be asking, “Where’s Poochie?” Three…
Oh, no attitude, eh?! Not in your face, huh?! Well, you can cram it with walnuts, ugly!
You always say that. I want to take a chance!
But we have notes!
Welcome to Bring Us Your Toilet Paper night. Don’t worry, none goes to Willie.
There’s nary an animal alive that can outrun a greased Scotsman.
I said “Make way for Willie,” ya bloated gas-bag.
I heard that guy’s ass has it own Congressman!
Why, my good man, you’re the fattest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been on safari.