Brace yourselves gentlemen. According to the gas chromatograph, the secret ingredient is… Love!? Who’s been screwing with this thing?
I said I’m human, not a girl.
Your ideas are intriguing to me and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter
(tune of the Batman theme song) Na na na na na na na na leader!
I predict that within 100 years computers will be twice as powerful, 10,000 times larger, and so expensive that only the five richest kings in Europe will own them.
I don’t appologize, Lisa. I’m sorry, but that’s just the way I am.
Your toys are fun to touch. Mine are all sticky.
You don’t win friends with sa-LAD! You don’t win friends with sa-LAD!
Lisa: Do we have any food that wasn’t brutally slaughtered?
Homer: Well, I think the veal might have died of loneliness.
Freedom. Horrible, horrible freedom.
“Come to Homer’s B.B.B.Q. The extra B is for B.Y.O.B.B.”
Here’s a toast to the host who can boast the most roast.
“What’s that last B for?”
“Oh, that’s a typo.”
You know, Smithers, I think I’ll donate a million dollars to the local orphanage. When pigs fly!
Call 1-600-DOCTORB. The “B” is for “Bargain”!
But don’t go reading my mind between 3 and 4. That’s Willy’s time!
To alcohol! The cause of… and solution to… all of life’s problems.
“But your ad said WORKS ON CONTINGENCY / NO MONEY DOWN”!
“Oh, they left out all the punctuation. (scribbles) It’s supposed to read: WORKS ON CONTINGENCY*?** / NO**,** MONEY DOWN**!***”
You know Moe, my mom once said something that really stuck with me. She said, ‘Homer, you’re a big disappointment’, and God bless her soul, she was really on to something!
Oh Abe, you’ve aged terribly!