Bart: Am I the only one here who's in horrible pain. Homer: You're the only one who wont shut up about it. Hibbert: Ned you nearly died of a brain tumor. Thank goodness that bowling ball knocked it out of your head. Welcome back dog.
Moleman: Help me, some bullies threw my shoes over a telephone wire. With me in them! Ned: Uh, you die eating a submarine sandwich. Homer: What kind of bread. Ned: Uh, country parmesan. Homer: I'll never go back. Starting tomorrow. Today is Lenny's birthday and they're having ice cream cake. Ned: But you're gonna kill us all! Homer: But icecream cake! Ned: Homer, do not press the core destruct button. :translates to Press -static- destruct button!: Don't do it, don't do it, you'll kill everyone! :Do it -static- do it -static- kill everyone!:
Wiggum: I want you to dust her for prints. Eddie: What does that mean? Wiggum: The prince is coming by and I want her clean when he looks her over. Apu: Please I am not a killer, I am but a humble purveyor of disgusting British food. Head pudding, eel pies. Wiggum: Eel pie, my favourite! We British sure eat crap. Lisa: What are you doing in an opium den. Wiggum: It's the only way I can get ralphie to go to sleep. Ralph: I can make Opi-o's Bart: He coulda killed this one days ago. The body is bloated and the face is rotten. Selma: It was five minutes ago, you twit! Wiggum: Why can't you be more like Eddie. He never says a word against me. Lou: That's cause you cut out his tongue. Cat Lady: :jibberish, used in translator: I have a serious brain disease, please give me a cat. Frink: Now now, don't worry my dear woman she will be rocked gently to sleep by the stomach acids. Burns: Now I insist you take off your shoes when you get inside. And while youre in there grab as much cancer as you can.
Homer: Has science ever kissed a woman, or won the superbowl, or put a man on the moon? This is what I think of your precious science. Aaah! Help me science.
Marge: Bart what are you doing? Bart: Taking a whizz. Marge: Stop that, we're guests in Mr. Burns.
Burns: :explosion heard: Well, that hurt like hell!
Bart: Mom, did you have to fly out through all those boogers. Marge: Cut me some slack, I'm a widow!
