Lisa: I’m not a state! I’m a monster!
Homer: The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother. I call him Gamblor, and it’s time to snatch your mother from his neon claws!
If anyone would make a drawing of Gamblor, and put it on a T-shirt, I would so wear that next time I go to the casino. Personally, I tend to think of Gamblor as this boss from Chrono Trigger (but with neon claws, of course.)
mailbox (as in “if you’ve ever wanted to see a mailbox shoot a little boy in the face, that’s about as close as you’re gonna get”)
acel-r-ray (as in “there appears to be some sort of acel-r-ray bathing the field in an eerie green light”)
I loves me some soda-pop, here at work, which is the only time I drink the stuff all we have is a vending machine that gives it to you in the 20oz plastic bottles so you can see the liquid.
So whenever I see someone with a bottle of water I think, “Mmmmm invisible cola”
Monty. Three card monty…BURNS!!!
Herschel. I must finish it with “Krustovsky”
Eeexxxxcellent. (I actually say this regularly.)
Doughnut. Mmmmmm…forbidden doughnut…
“Good morning” anything, as in the “Good Morning Burger”
Thank you, come again!
Just a couple of weeks ago, I bought a cookie in the cafeteria and was calling it “white chocolate macamadamia nut” and no one looked at me like that was wrong.
Vassar - “I’ve had it with your Vassar bashing!”
informal - Lenny and Carl at the supermarket - “We’re having an informal gathering” - “Informal?”
club sandwich - “Mmm… open-faced club sand wedge…”
“nothing at all” - …nothing at all… nothing at all…
“Burkina Faso. Disputed Zone. Who made all these long distance phone calls.”
“Quiet, you fool, it might have been you. Just write a check and I’ll release some more endorphins”
“Ahhhhhh.”