Bart: Dad, why aren't you saying anything? Where's our motorboat? Homer: I didn't like it, the mast had termites Lisa: Why would our motorboat have a mast? Homer: Because...the thingy was.....shutup
Ralph: Prinskipple Skipple...ah Prindible Skimpster I found something....its a spearhead! Ms. Hoover: That's your trialblade Ralph, it fell off the handle. Ralph: And I found it! Lenny: Just want a quick looksie...pay you a buck! Homer: A buck eh? That gives me an idea!....50 cents please. Homer: (song) Here's the Angel, see the Angel, it's my Angel, no one elses, next to the rags. Lisa: Dad, it's not fair to claim this thing as an angel, there's no proof of that! Homer: No one's calling it an angel Lisa. If you look carefully you'll notice I never once used the word 'Angel' Lisa: What about that sign right there? Homer: Thats a typo Rev. Lovejoy: Well, it appears science has faulted once again in the face of overwhelming religious evidence Lisa: Bu... Moe: Go home science girl! Lisa: I am home! Moe: Good, stay there Homer: What the hell are we gonna do with 10 thousand angel ash trays!? Bart: I could take up smoking Homer: You damn well better. Ralph: I'm scared daddy, too scared to even wet my pants! Chief Wiggum: It's okay son, just relax and it'll come.
