Homer: C'mon, Marge! Maybe I'm not getting enough... [reads label] estrogen. Laura: Are you all right? Bart's brain: She's beautiful. Say something clever. Bart: I fell on my bottom. Bart's brain: D'oh!
Ruth: I actually had some doubts about moving to Springfield, especially
after that TIME cover story, ``America's Worst City''. Marge: You could see our house in that photo! Kearney: Hey baby how bout putting your finger in my ear! Laura: I dunno your boyfriend looks like the jealous type. Homer: Shut up you little monsters! I was wondering if you'd like to babysit my little angels. Woman: Sorry, this isn't Abby; this is her sister. I look after her now. Abigail: No, Bart. Put it down, Bart. Bart, put it down. Waiter: And for the gentleman? Homer: All you can eat, all you can eat! Waiter: Alright when you're ready take this plate over-- Chef: Please don't take the steam tray. Sir!
Homer: I'm like that guy. That Spanish guy. You know, he fought the windmill... Marge: Don Quixote? Homer: No, that's not it. What's-his-name, the Man of La Mancha. Marge: Don Quixote. Homer: No! Marge: I really think that was the character's name. Don Quixote. Homer: Fine! I'll look it up! Marge: [annoyed] Well, who was it? Homer: Nevermind. Hutz: This is the most blatant case of fraudulent advertising since my suit against the film, ``The Never-Ending Story''. Abe: Bart, oh you remembered my birthday? Bart: Huh? Oh I sure did! Here's a bus schedule. Abe: Wow, fits right in my pocket. Homer: Zookeeper, zookeeper! Those two monkeys are killing each other. Zookeeper: They're having sex. Homer: Son, a woman is a lot like a... a refrigerator! They're about six feet tall, 300 pounds. They make ice, and... um... Oh, wait a minute. Actually, a woman is more like a beer. They smell good, they look good, you'd step over your own mother just to get one! But you can't stop at one. You wanna drink another woman! So I says yeah, if you want that money come and find it, cuz I don't know where it is you baloney! You make me wanna wretch! Bart: I'll show them who's ``just a kid''! Marge: Bart, bedtime! I laid out your jammy-jams! Lawyer: Your honour I'd like to show the court just how much shrimp Mr. Simpson ate. Bring it in boys! Aide: Eighteen thousand letters, all addressed to Santa Claus. Lawyer: You want the People of Springfield versus Kris Kringle. That's next door. Marge: We drove around until 3am looking for another all-you-can-eat fish restaurant Hutz: And when you couldn't find one? Marge: We went fishing. Hutz: Do these sound like the actions of a man who had all he could eat? Moe: Barney, don't steal any beer while I'm gone. Barney: What kind of pathetic drunk do you take me for? Somebody spilled beer in this ashtray! Barney: Uh oh my heart just stopped..... oh there it goes.
