Bart: Flame decal for the chain guard, marine core tassles, bulletproof seat and a rub-on tattoo for that special someone. Milhouse: That's me! Biker Chick? Owww.. Ned: That is one bitchin' bike. Rod: Daddy said a cuss word!
Kearney: Thanks for the tassles, my mom can wear these on her boobs at work. Homer: A ten speed bike? What does your mother say? Bart: She said yes. Marge: I said no! Homer: I'm confused, which is it!? Marge: It's no! His old bike is fine. Homer: Yeah the kitchen lady's right. Dr. Hibbert: This is a wake up call. From now on I'll keep my eyes on the road and off my Kool and the Gang air-freshener. Celebration's over, boys. Marge: Oh, sweetie, when I was your age I lost my ginuea pig Cinnamon. And I thought the pain would never.. :cries: Oh Cinnamon! It should have been me who chewed through that extension cord! Homer: Son, would you like to ride your new bike out of the store? Bart: Can I? For true? Homer: For true, son! Homer: I'll assemble it myself! Bart: Dad, no! Think of the bike! Homer: I can make a bike! I made you! Bart: Yeah, great workmanship :dislocates arm: Homer: Hey, that's gonan win you a lot of bar-bets some day. Homer: There's nothing worse than the look on a boys face when he says "dad, I don't think you can build a fully-functional robot!" Lisa: You plop the catfood in, you toss the tincan out, you drop the wormfills in and you stir it all about. You add a lot of loving and you serve it to your cat, that's what it's all about. Marge: You're a buddhist so you know your cats are now reincarnated as a higher form of life. Homer: Like a dog, or a snowman! Moe: Go, go! Oh, geez, I'm the only one in the audience over 15. Pimple Faced Kid: Are you here with your children sir. Moe: Uh, yeah, my two kids. Screw, and you. Commentator 1: He's killing him softly with his saw. Commentator 2: Killing him softly? Commentator 1: With his saw! Lisa: Well, I think it's only fair I get to name him. You got to name me. Marge: You should be glad I did. Your father wanted to call you Bartzena.
Bart: Then Knock-A-Homer did three victory laps and pretended to drink a beer. Homer: Hehehe, pretended. Lisa: Dad, what are all those cuts? Homer: Various bugbites and wounds, now stop interrupting your brother.
Abe: In my day, mechanical men wore funnell hats and showed respect! Then it all changed when they to vote and started tinkering with our memories.
Bart: I can't believe you've never seen him fight! Homer: Well I've been busy son, they really need me over at the Nuclear Plank.
Gil: Ah all right Old Gil's gonna collect big from insurance. I'll be eating food tonight. :dances and sings:
Lisa: I'm keeping you! You're Snowball V. But to save money on a new dish, we'll just call you Snowball II and pretend this whole thing never happened. Skinner: That's really a cheat, isn't it. Lisa: I guess you're right, Principal Tanzarian. Skinner: I'll just be moving along, Lisa... Snowball II.
Sideshow Mel: That robot has given birth to a man!
Homer: He knows just how I like my martinis. Full of alcohol.
Homer: Bart, all that button ever did was send a mild electric shock up my backside. Bart: Why'd you make it do that? Homer: Keep me focused.
Commentator 1: And the winner is natures greatest killing machine.. Man! Show me where in the rulebook it says that man can't be a robot? Commentator 2: Right here, rule one.
