Bart: Oh my god! The MAD Magazine special edition! They only put out seventeen of these a year! Homer: Ooh! Snappy answers to stupid questions! I'm great at these. Ask me if something smells funny in here, boy! Bart: Does something smell funny in here? Homer: I don't think so, STU-PID! Ahahahaha! Marge: Homey, you want Pork Chops? Homer: No, I want Roast Beef, you CLOD! Ahahaaha! Homer: The All-ighty-ollar? Ahehehe! I get it! Homer: Well I'm tired of being a wannabe league bowler! I wannabe a league bowler! Homer: Hey everybody, if you wanna ask Burns for a favour, nows the time! He's doped up or dying or something! Hans Moleman: Uh, excuse me, I'd like to request seventeen dollars for a pushbroom rebristling. Mr. Burns: Why it's that delightful TV leprechaun! I'm going to get your lucky charms! Hans Moleman: Oh no, my brains! Homer: You can do it Otto, you can do it Otto! Help each other out, that'll be out motto. You can do it Otto! You can do it Otto! Apu: Make this spare, I'll give you free gelato. Moe: Get back to my place, where I will get you blotto! Homer: Domo arigato, Mister roboto! All: You can do it, Otto! You can do.. Otto: Uh, guys.. I made the spare. We won! Chief Wiggum: Alright Snake, make us proud. Snake: One.. two.. three. fourfivesixseveneightnineten.... BYE! Bart: These uniforms suck! Marge: Bart! Where do you pick up words like that?
Homer: Yeah Moe, that team sure did suck last night! They just plain sucked. I've seen teams suck before, but they were the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked! Marge: Homer, watch your mouth! Homer: I gotta go, my damn weiner kids are listening. Team: [chanting] Come on, Homer! Come on, Homer! Pretend this is Baseball and give us a Homer! Kid: You're it... Lisa: Now you are the one who is it.. Milhouse: Understood.. Homer: :attempts to flush a trophy down the toilet: Marge! Someone broke the toilet! Moe: I have a feeling that Mr. Burns is going to have a little accident that might keep him from bowling with us tonight.. heh heh heh. Mr. Burns: Smithers, I'm afraid I wont be able to play tonight. My old gimpie knee has gone akimbo again! Moe: Take that [hits Burns' knee] Mr. Burns: Smithers! That precision assault popped it back into place!
