Homer: Mmm... invisible cola.
Homer: Hello? Can I get some help? Snack-related mishap!
Fireman: Homer, this... this is never easy to say. I'm going to have to saw your arms off.
Homer: They'll grow back, right?
Marge: I'm disappointed in you. But it turns out I had a wonderful time with Ruth Powers. In fact, we're going out again tomorrow night.
Homer: Marge, that's twice, I think you're spending entirely too much time with this woman!
Homer: Moe, get the darts, I wanna play.
Moe: No. We're phasing out the games: people drink less when they're having fun.
Wiggum: Ah, just get one of those inflatable women. But make sure it's a woman, though, because one time I... uh, heh...
Wiggum: Mmm, engine-black eggs. If we can keep these down, we'll be sitting pretty.
Homer: (sees Marge and Ruth drive by) That's them!
Wiggum: Quiet! I can't hear the eggs.
Wiggum: Uh, I'm on a road. Uh, looks to be asphalt... Oh, geez, trees, shrubs... er, I'm directly under the earth's sun...now!
Lisa: I always knew someday Mom would violently rise up and cast off the shackles of our male oppressors.
Bart: Eh, shut your yap.
Homer: Look Marge, I'm sorry I haven't been a better husband. I'm sorry about the time I tried to make gravy in the bathtub. I'm sorry I used your wedding dress to wax the car. And I'm sorry -- oh well, let's just say I'm sorry for the whole marriage up to this point.
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