Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to appear on a tortilla in Mexico.
You’re not the boss of me!
I am not a number, I am a man! And don’t you even… oh wait, I’m Number Five. Haha! In your face, Number Six!
Go! Go! Go! We’re number one! - Give me a “P”! - “P”! Go! Go! Go! “P”! “P”! “P”!
This is the most blatant case of false advertising since my suit against the movie The Neverending Story.
We have roots here, Homer. We have friends and family and library cards… Bart’s lawyer is here.
Let’s see… football, football… “Homoeroticism in…” “Oddball Canadian rules…” “Phyllis George in…”
The Flaming Moe is not for sale. Do you know how much of my blood and sweat are in this drink?
And I say, that England’s greatest Prime Minister was Lord Palmerston!
I still like him better than Steinbrenner.
Some may say that I have been given a bad break in life; little education, bald as a cue ball, ten years on the same job for the same salary. But today, as I leave for Capital City, I consider myself the luckiest mascot on the face of the Earth.
Yeah, but look at the size of this place! I live in a single room above a bowling alley and below another bowling alley.
Hello, everybody! Did somebody say “A perfect game”?
In America, first you get the sugar… then you get the power… then you get the women!
Yeah. He appeared before me in a dream, and I knew that was special because I usually dream about naked… Marge.
This is just your memory. I can’t give you any new information.
She’s not the boss of me.
Oh, no attitude, eh? Not in your face, huh? Well, you can cram it with walnuts, ugly!
That’s HOBgoblin!
Once you get used to the smell of melted hog fat, you’ll wonder how you ever did without it.