There, there. There, there.
Bart: Reverend Lovejoy! You've come to comfort me?
Reverend Lovejoy: Yes, Bart. There, there. There, there.
I see wedding bells for Vanna White and Teddy Kennedy.
Princess Opal: I see wedding bells for Vanna White and Teddy Kennedy.
Chief Wiggum: Please, Princess Opal, if we could just stick to Principal Skinner.
Princess Opal: Chief Wiggum, I am merely a conduit for the spirits. Willie Nelson will astound his fans by swimming the English Channel.
Chief Wiggum: Really? Willie Nelson?
I can assure you we'll be using the most advanced, scientific techniques in the field of... body finding.
I can assure you we'll be using the most advanced, scientific techniques in the field of... body finding.
Children, I don't know how to break this to you... but... Principal Skinner is missing.
Mrs. Krabappel: Children, I don't know how to break this to you... but... Principal Skinner is missing.
Children: Yay!
How long does it take to deliver a pizza?
Marge: Bart's been acting very strangely and that pizza delivery truck has been parked across the street for two weeks. How long does it take to deliver a pizza?
Man 1: Our cover's blown.
Man 2: Let's roll.
Make Legs a Manhattan.
Fat Tony: Can you mix drinks?
Bart: I don't know.
Legs: I'll have a Manhattan.
Fat Tony: Make Legs a Manhattan.
Bart: I'm not sure I... [men point guns at Bart]
Oh, licking envelopes can be fun. All you have to do is make a game of it.
Principal Skinner: Don't worry, Bart. We'll find something fun for you to do. Ahh, here we are. Here's a whole box of unsealed envelopes for the P.T.A.
Bart: You're making me lick envelopes?
Principal Skinner: Oh, licking envelopes can be fun. All you have to do is make a game of it.
Bart: What kind of game?
Principal Skinner: Well, for example, you could see how many you can lick in an hour. And then try to break that record.
Bart: Sounds like a pretty crappy game to me.
Principal Skinner: Yes, well, get started.
I think they've learned their lesson already, Lise.
Lisa: Start them off with the Touch of Death and go from there.
Bart: I think they've learned their lesson already, Lise.
Dolph: No, we want to see the Touch of Death!
Kearney: Yeah, come on, Karate Kid. Waste me.
Another member of our nuclear family with some helpful suggestions.
Mr. Burns: Oh, look, Smithers. Another member of our nuclear family with some helpful suggestions. And what's your name?
Homer: Homer Simpson, sir.
Mr. Burns: Simpson, eh? Mm-hmm. I'm Monty Burns.
Bart, don't use the Touch of Death on your sister.
Bart: Lisa, shut your eyes. Soon you will be at peace.
Lisa: Hey, quit it, Bart. Quit it. Hey, quit it! Quit it! Quit it! Quit it! Mom!!
Marge: Bart, don't use the Touch of Death on your sister.