“Take this object. But beware – it carries a terrible curse.”
“Ooh, that’s bad.”
“But it comes with a free frogurt!”
“That’s good!”
“The frogurt is also cursed.”
“That’s bad.”
“But you get your choice of topping!”
“That’s good!”
“The toppings contain potassium benzoate.”
[blank stare]
“That’s bad.”
“Can I go now?”
You’ll be sorry!
I just want attention.
Right, don’t eat nothin’ for the next three days, 'cause I’m taking you out for a steak the size of a toilet seat!
No, Homer – don’t fill up on bread!
…do these sound like the actions of a man who’s had ALL he could eat?
The thing is, I lost creative control of the project. And I forgot to ask for any money.
Do you even have a job anymore?
You know, I’ve had a lot of jobs: boxer, mascot, astronaut, imitation Krusty, baby proofer, trucker, hippie, plow driver, food critic, conceptual artist, grease salesman, carny, mayor, grifter, bodyguard for the mayor, country western manager, garbage commissioner, mountain climber, farmer, inventor, Smithers, Poochie, celebrity assistant, power plant worker, fortune cookie writer, beer baron, Kwik-E-Mart clerk, homophobe, and missionary – but protecting Springfield, that gives me the best feeling of all.
I’m here to win back Brandine. She’s been making eyes at the photographer that done come to document our squalor.
I am familiar with the works of Pablo Neruda.
I LOVE YOU, Dr. ZAIUS!!!
Five-day waiting period? But I’m mad NOW!
I fell 8,000 feet onto a pile of jagged rocks. Of course, folks were tougher in those days. I was jitterbugging that very night!
Unexplained fires are a matter for the courts - Canyonero!
Oh, I’ve wasted my life!
I’m not gonna lie to you, Marge.
:: stares at her meaningfully ::
:smack: Less artsy more fartsy
The blues isn’t about feeling better, it’s about making other people feel worse! And making a few bucks while you’re at it.
Simpson, eh…?