Mr. Burns: Careful, Smithers! That sponge has corners, you know.
Mr. Burns: I specifically said no geeks!
Milhouse: But my mom says I'm cool...
Lisa: I propose to you that your heir not need be a boy. In this phallocentric society of ours--
Mr. Burns: I don't know what phallocentric means, but no girls!
Milhouse: (dressed as a girl) So much for Plan B!
Bart: Hello, Mr... Kurns. I bad want... money now. Me sick.
Homer: Ooh, he card reads good.
Bart: So please pick me, Mr. Burns.
Homer: It's Kurns, stupid!
Marge: No it isn't!
Homer: Disregard.
Homer: Kids, you tried your best, and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.
Mr. Burns: Now that you've agreed to reap the windfall of my death, I must return to my large, empty mansion to rattle around and await the inevitable... alone.
Marge: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Homer: Yeah. Let's push him down the steps.
Homer: That's it! Being abusive to your family is one thing, but I will not stand idly by and watch you feed a hungry dog!
Mr. Burns: I suggest you leave immediately.
Homer: Or what? You'll release the dogs, or the bees, or the dogs with bees in their mouths and when they bark they shoot bees at you?
Lionel Hutz: I've argued in front of every judge in this state. Often as a lawyer.
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