Bart: Gross, he's picking his nose! Edna: One scratch-n-win, Apu. Apu: Mrs. Krabappel, I haven't seen you since we doubled our prices. Still teaching? Edna: Lets see :scratches lottery ticket: One more day, at least.
Mechanic: Bingo bango, Suger in the gas tank. The ex-husband strikes again. Todd: Ow! My Eyeball! Skinner: :trying to get attention of school: People.... people. You know I can wait just as long as you. :fails: KNOCK IT OFF! Lisa: Wow. Thanks, Sparkle. Wait, this isn't you. Sparkle: That's the old Sparkle. Edna: After two months at sea, the pilgrims were running out of food and water. Yes, Nelson? Nelson: Did they have any yo-yo's? Edna: No, they did not have yo-yo's. When they landed at plymouth rock, they were greeted by the friendly Indians. Milhouse: Did the Indians have yo-yo's!? Edna: No they did not have yo-yo's! That's it! I am sick and tired of talking about yo-yo's. From now on I wont accept any book report, science project, dioramas, or anything else on yo-yo's, or yo-yo related topics. Am I making myself clear? Bart: Yo! Willie: Don't worry about your wee fish, lass. They're going to a better place. :toilet flushes: Jasper: What's eatin' you, woman? Your personal ad said you wanted a man. Well, you got yourself a humdinger! Edna: I don't know. I guess I expected something different from your photo. Jasper: Don't let my age fool you. Just 'cause it's a little slow on the roof.. I've forgotten how the rest of that goes. Homer: Don't worry, I just drew up a little blueprint. Now, let me walk you through it. This is the door, he goes through that. This is the roof, this happy character is the sun, he shines down on the house, see? Maude: Todd, would you like some mixed vegetables? Todd: Hell no. :the family gasps: Maude: What did you say? Todd: I said I didn't want any damn vegetables. Ned: Alright, that's it young man. No bible stories for you tonight! Homer: Maybe it's the beer talking, Marge. But you've got a butt that wont quit. They've got these big chewy pretzels here :undecipherable slurring: five dollars? Get outta here. Ned: I just wish you wouldn't curse in front of my boys! Homer: Oh, come on, now, Flanders! I don't complain about your...... moustache! Ned: What's wrong with my moustache? Homer: It makes you look like you've got something to hide. Ned: What? Homer: People are talking. Lots of people. Ned: Okay, mister. You've got yourself a deal. I'll shave off the soup strainer if you give the sailor talk the ol' heave-ho. Okay? Homer: Eye eye! Admiral butthead. Homer: Hey Marge, you want to hear something funny? Flanders thinks I swear too much. Heheheeee. Marge, you're not laughing. Marge: Well, you know, maybe he's right. Homer: What a surprise. Marge sticks up for Flanders. Can we have one conversation where you don't bring up your hero Ned Flanders? Marge: Actually Homer, you brought up Ned Flanders.
Homer: Oh, fudge. That's.. broken. Fiddle dee dee. That will require a tetanus shot. I'm not going to swear, but I am going to kick THIS DOG HOUSE DOWN! ARGH!
Homer: Dear Baby! Welcome to Dumpville! Population: You!
Homer: Three simple words. I am gay. Marge: Homer, for the last time I am not putting that in.
Lisa: And any time I hear the wind blow, it will whisper the name: Edna. Marge: Oh, that's very good, Lisa! Homer: P.S. I am gay.
