Flanders.
I’ll never again be able to read the solemn WWI poem “In Flanders Fields” without thinking of “The Simpsons.”
Shelbyville.
A religious clown thing, yes.
For me it is not a word but the perfectly innocent phrase: “Up and at 'em!”
“Water, Water Everywhere” (So let’s all have a drink!)
Isotope and sideshow.
I’m no longer able to respect the post of Mayor of Albuquerque.
Mountebank
Almost everything seems to bring up Simpson’s references.
Goggles: The other day I was working with my dremel and I put on goggles to protect my eyes and I couldn’t do so without saying “the goggles they do nothing!”.
Right now I am on a Henrietta R. Hippo kick and I can’t hear Henrietta, Hippo or HRH without saying Henrietta R. Hippo in the voice Homer used in that episode.
“Your lamp’s running away!”
Ha-ha!
Excellent.
Meh
Yoink!
Smart.
Everytime I use this word, I must do a little Homer song. “I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T! I mean…S-M-A-R-T!”
I do that too, and so does one of my friends!
For me, it’s apparently “burns”.
My nephew just made soup in the microwave, and when he tried to take out it, he said “Ouch, that burns.”
My immediate response was “I eated the purple berries. They taste like burning.”
Whenever I have to answer, “I don’t know”, I’m always tempted to say it like Homer did when asked what his first name was, following the speech, “Hello. My name is Mr. Burns. I believe you have a letter for me”.
Batman (“Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-fish-ing”)
“Ex-cellent!” (I immediately must steeple my fingers in front of me when I hear that).
Crab juice.
Banana bread.
Sacrilicious.
“Ahoy-hoy!” (as a friend and I often greet each other on the phone).
Heh, I do the “It tastes like burning.” line all the time, I even use the Ralph Wiggums voice, and I never realized it was from the Simpsons :smack:
I actually picked it up from someone else.
That said, for me it’s whenever I meet or see someone who reminds me of Comic Book Guy. Sad to say, one of the patrons at the library I work at fits that bill, usually surfing the internet on the computers and refusing to get off until it’s exactly closing time, delaying those of us who actually work for a living and want to go home so we can check OUR email.
Hemorroids. Thanks to Krusty: “I can play Hemorroid Sufferer Number Three…okay, I’ll play the after guy: ‘Ahh, I can ride a bike again!’”
Also words like “itchy” and “scratchy.”