Homer: Ooh! My horoscope. Taurus: today you will die. Marge: WHAT? Homer: :gasp: And you may get a compliment from an attractive co-worker! Lenny? Lisa: It really says 'die'? That sounds unusually specific for a horoscope. Marge: Hmm, maybe I'd better check mine. Today your husband will die? :gasp: Homer I'm scared! Homer: Oh, scary newspaper. Don't hurt me horoscope I.. ARGH :gets a paper cut:
Lenny: Homer if I may compliment you... Homer: Yes, go on... Lenny: That is one handsome rattlesnake you've got biting your arm there. Carl: Yeah that's quite fetching but aren't you worried about the deadliness? Homer: Nah, he'll get tired of biting in an hour or so. Dr. Hibbert: Another brocolli related death... Marge: But I thought brocolli was.. Dr. Hibbert: Oh yes, one of the deadliest plants on earth. Why, it tries to warn you itself with it's terrible taste. Ghost Homer: Maaaarge Siiiimpsssooon. Marge: Homer! It's you! I thought I'd never see you again! Ghost Homer: Yoou weere wroooong. Deeeaaad wrooong! Marge: Do you have to talk like that? Ghost Homer: No, not really. Homer: Did you see that, I did the deed, open up! Heaven Gatekeeper: Oh, I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking. Homer: Hey, I thought you guys could see everything. Gatekeeper: No, you're thinking of Santa Claus. Homer: Well I'll be damned. Lisa: I wonder where Goldilocks was? Goldilocks: Ah! That bed was just right!
:the bears start attacking her: Witch: This house is filthy! Bart: What do you care? It's not like you have friends. Witch: I have a boyfriend! Bart/Lisa: Yeah, right. Witch: What!? I do! Lisa: What's his name? Witch: Uh..... George.... Cauldron. Lisa: George Cauldron. Maybe he can fix me up with Ed Ladle. George: Uh, hello I'm George Cauldron, is Suzanne ready yet? Homer: Almost, just give her another 20 minutes. George: But the concert's at eight! Lenny: Mmmm. Alcohol and night swimming! It's a winning combination! Chief Wiggum: Hmm, Bottlenose bruises. Blowhole burns. Flipper prints. This looks like the work of rowdy teens. Kent: Um... did I say killer dolphins, I meant... killer... Italians! Grey, bottlenosed, intelligent Italians. Homer: Intelligent Italians? Something's wrong. Scene: Comic Book Guy gets his head slammed in his car door by a dolphin.
