Karate focuses the mind and gives one self-confidence.
Ehh. Too far.
Ned: Hey, you must have something you want to wish for, Homer.
...
Homer: Ehh. Too far.
He already sang this song!
Singer: The trading gap shuffle / We're in a heap of trouble / Doin' the trading gap shuffle, yessir!
Bart: He already sang this song!
Marge: No, that was about the budget gap. This is the trading gap.
And this will be one nation under the dollar with liberty and justice for none.
And who did I see taking a bribe but the honorable Bob Arnold. But don't worry, Congressman, I'm sure you can buy all the votes you need with your dirty money. And this will be one nation under the dollar with liberty and justice for none.
Before you kill me, remember, this trip is all expenses paid!
Before you kill me, remember, this trip is all expenses paid!
Oh, you have those damn badges.
Barbara Bush: Do you mind?
Lisa: Barbara Bush!
Barbara Bush: Oh, you have those damn badges. Okay. This tub was installed in 1894...
Shoe goes on, shoe goes off.
Wow, a shoehorn. Just like in the movies. Shoe goes on, shoe goes off. Shoe goes on, shoe goes off. Shoe goes on, shoe goes off.
Yes, Dad, I solemnly swear I will not tell another living soul-- No, not even Milhouse.
Yes, Dad, I solemnly swear I will not tell another living soul-- No, not even Milhouse.
Happy birthday, overlooked middle child
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday, overlooked middle child
Happy birthday to me.
Well, there's probably a downside I don't see.
Leon: Your father really needs your help. You don't want him to get a lobotomy, do you?
Bart: Hmm, lobotomy.
[begin dream]
[Bart is playing in the house and breaks a lamp]
Homer: [zombie-like] That's all right, son.
[end dream]
Bart: Well, there's probably a downside I don't see.
[nonsensical blubbering]
Leon: Why'd they put you in here?
Homer: 'Cause I wore a pink shirt.
Leon: I understand. People thought I was crazy for the way I dressed.
Homer: What'd you wear?
Leon: One white glove covered with rhinestones.
Homer: [nonsensical blubbering]
Hee hee hee!
She's just a girl who says that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
Hee hee hee!
Our $50,000 home video finalists are: "Man Breaking Hip." "Dog on Fire." Ruff. Anybody order a hot dog? And finally, "Baby With a Nail Gun."
Our $50,000 home video finalists are: "Man Breaking Hip." "Dog on Fire." Ruff. Anybody order a hot dog? And finally, "Baby With a Nail Gun."
I... apologize!
Bart: Ah, my lucky red hat. Clean as a whistle.
Homer: You! You did this to me!
Bart: I... apologize!
Oh, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme.
Homer: Ahh! Pink?! Marge, I can't wear a pink shirt to work. Everybody wears white shirts. I'm not popular enough to be different.
Marge: Now Homer, don't panic. You have plenty of white shirts.
Homer: Oh, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme.
Two dollars for the first minute, fifty cents for each additional minute.
Marge: Bart, watch Maggie while I get the laundry.
Bart: Can do. Hmm, Krusty Hotline.
Krusty the Clown: Hi, kids! You've reached the Krusty Hotline. If you haven't asked your parents' permission-- naughty, naughty, but Krusty forgives you. Two dollars for the first minute, fifty cents for each additional minute. Huahahahahaha! Thanks for calling, kids. A new message every day.
Don't you dare sully this moment with your price-taggery.
Smithers: But, sir, it's $32,000!
Mr. Burns: Don't you dare sully this moment with your price-taggery. It's perfect.
He saved Mr. Burns's life!
Joey: What did Homie do anyway?
Smithers: [sobbing] He saved Mr. Burns's life!
Oh, look, Maggie! What is that? Dodecahedron! Dodecahedron!
Lisa: Oh, look, Maggie! What is that? Dodecahedron! Dodecahedron!
Homer: Lisa, I don't know what you're doing, but it's very strange, and your father's trying to worry!
Let me wash up.
Bart: Whoa! Otto-man, you work here?
Otto: Oh yeah. During the day all my friends are in school so I got a job as a certified bloodletting tech-dude!
Homer: Now let's get this show on the road.
Otto: Okay. Let me wash up. [humming Black Sabbath's “Iron Man”]
In the off-chance of a nuclear disaster, this sign will tell you, the good citizens of Springfield, what to do.
Mayor Quimby: In the off-chance of a nuclear disaster, this sign will tell you, the good citizens of Springfield, what to do.
Homer: Joke's on them. If the core explodes, there won't be any power to light that sign.
They're fine.
Marge: Homer, it's really coming down. Could you check on the boys?
Homer: They're fine.
Yeah, a sleepover. That's what pals do, right? Real friendly-like.
We're all gonna stay here with the comic book. It'll be like a sleepover. Yeah, a sleepover. That's what pals do, right? Real friendly-like.
YAARRGH!
My pants... caught on barbed wire! Good Lord (choke)... an A-BOMB! YAARRGH! I'm becoming... radioactive. From this day forward, I shall call myself...RADIOACTIVE MAN!
Well, it's payday. I'll wager you've been looking forward to this!
Well, it's payday. I'll wager you've been looking forward to this!
No, no, not the iodine. Burn the germs off with a torch! Amputate my arm! But not the-- Aaaaaaaah!
No, no, not the iodine. Burn the germs off with a torch! Amputate my arm! But not the-- Aaaaaaaah!
They've never improved on iodine.
Mrs. Glick: Now don't fidget.
Bart: Listen, lady, you don't have to-- Aaaaaaaah!
Mrs. Glick: They've never improved on iodine.
BOYS LOVE CANDY!
Mrs. Glick: Here, have some ribbon candy. Boys love candy.
Bart: No, thanks.
Mrs. Glick: BOYS LOVE CANDY!
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