You don’t understand, Marge. The lottery is the one ray of hope in my otherwise unbearable life! ...Uh, the lottery and you.— Homer
Chalmers: Skinner! Why aren't these uniforms colorfast?!
Skinner: I don't understand it. I got them at the same place I buy Mother's dresses, and -- Good Lord! Mother's in the park!
Chalmers: This I gotta see.
Wiggum: All right, Snake, make us proud. (Lou unlocks his leg irons)
Snake: (walking up) One... two... three... (runs quickly) ...four five six seven eight nine ten... (pops head round door) Bye!
Wiggum: Um, We forefit.
Moe: Ehh, they think they're so high and mighty. Just because they never got caught driving without pants.
Pedro: Buenas noches, senoritas!
Moe: What'd he say? What'd he say? Was that about me?
Bart: (whining) Mom, my slingshot doesn't fit in these pockets. And these shorts leave nothing to the imagination. These uniforms suck!
Marge: Bart! Where do you pick up words like that?
Homer: (on phone) Yeah, Moe, that team sure did suck last night. They just plain sucked! I've seen teams suck before, butthey were the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked.
Marge: Homer! Watch your mouth.
Homer: Aw, I gotta go. My damn weiner kids are listening.
Moe: Either Burns goes or Moe goes.
Apu: Yes, I am afraid that I am going to have to make a similar threat with my name in place of Moe's name.
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