Moe: Uuuh.. Barn' you gotta unwrap the plastic before you smoke these...
Homer: Marge. We had a deal! Your sisters don't come hear after six and I stop eating your lipstick! Homer: Hello Vegas, give me a hundred bucks on red.... D'oh! Oh okay, I'll send you a check. Homer: And Lisa. My little princess... And who could forget dear Ratboy! Bart: Ratboy!? I resent that <gnaws on wall> Marge: Bart I told you before, stop gnawing on the dry wall. Bart: So uuh... what's your hurry to get to school? Milhouse: Nuthin...What's your hurry!? That's enough Bart... fun is fun but if we're late we're gonna get in trouble! Bart: Ah who needs him? I can have fun all by myself <starts making voices and laughs at himself> Guy: I understand that Mr. Simpson. But according to the computer, your credit history is not good.. It says here you've been pre-declined for every major credit card. It also says you grabbed a dog by the hind legs, and pushed him around like a vacuum cleaner. Homer: That was in the third grade! Patty: We'll take care of you. Selma: Yes... care <both of them start laughing.... Homer soon joins in, laughing his head off for about 13 seconds..> Cut him a check and get him the hell outta here! Patty & Selma: <get Homer to talk and walk like a dog> Ballet Teacher: You love ballet, yes, you feel the boys will laugh at you, no? Bart: No, I feel the girls will laugh at me. I feel the boys will beat the living snot outta me. Homer: That's it! I'll make money with a chauffeur job! Good thing you turned on that TV, Lisa. Lisa: I didn't turn it on, I thought you turned it on.. Homer: No. Well anyway, turn it off. Lisa: ..... It IS off... *X-Files music plays* Homer: Chauffer's lisence, eh? Mal, buckle your belt! Wiggum: Uuh, since you're trying to make a getaway in park, I'm guessing you don't have a lisence. Homer: Stupid driving test at the stupid DMV where stupid Patty and stupid Selma work!
