Cat In The Hat: Bad posture has floogled and snozzled your neck. I'll stop talking like this if you write me a check. Wiggum: Now Mr. Simpson, is it possible you're living a double or triple life that your wife doesn't know about. Homer: Triple? No. Definitely no.
Wiggum: Where on my badge does it say anything about protecting people. Lou: Er, second word, chief. Wiggum: Thanks, Princeton Pete. Bart/Lisa: Aaah! Sideshow Bob! Bob: Oh come now we've been through so much together. Just call me Bob. Bart/Lisa: Aaah! Bob! Wiggum: And don't try taking it off because it's taped to your leg hair. And that really hurts! Homer: If you two country hens are finished clucking, I'd like to buy a copy of Jugs and Ammo! Homer: I'm counting the pennies in the ashtray. There's two! Homer: Once I kill you, everyone will think I'm the real Homer! Bob: None of this seems odd to you? Homer: This is a way to flush this killer out once and for all! And get drunk on a Tuesday. Marge: Today's Tuesday and you've had six beers! Homer: But i'm not drunk! Bob: I could just as easily drop you to your death. Homer: Don't be so sure! I got my legs wrapped around your ass pretty tight. Homer: Wait, Frank Grimes wasn't married, how could he have a son? Grimes Jr.: He happened to like hookers okay. Bob: I've grown accustomed to his face;
And dreams of gouging out his eyes.
I've grown accustomed to my hate,
My plans to lacerate,
To disembowel,
To hear him howl.
The very reason that I live,
Is plotting how to watch him die. Homer: BART! Turn down that original cast recording and go to sleep. Bob: I know this chubby scalawag has made my life a living Hell.
Surely if I drank his blood, I'd be at peace, but well. Bart: You've grown accustomed to my face. Bob: This isn't a duet. Bart: Sorry. Bob: I've grown accustomed to your fear,
Accustomed to revenge,
Accustomed to your face.
