Stella! STELLLAAAA!
Stella! STELLLAAAA!
Can't you hear me yell-a?
You're puttin' me through hell-a!
Stella... STELLLAAAA!
New Orleans!
Long before the Superdome
Where the Saints of football play
Lived a city that the damned call home
Hear their hellish rondelet
New Orleans! Home of pirates, drunks, and whores
New Orleans! Tacky overpriced souvenir stores
If you want to go to hell you should take that trip
To the Sodom and Gomorrah on the Mississip'
New Orleans! Stinking, rotten, vomiting, vile
New Orleans! Putrid, brackish, maggoty, foul
New Orleans! Crummy, lousy, rancid, and rank
New Orleans!
Burn, Krusty, burn! Burn, Krusty, burn!
Kent Brockman: Ladies and gentlemen, I've been to Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Iraq, and I can say without hyperbole that this is a million times worse than all of them put together.
Children: [chanting] Burn, Krusty, burn! Burn, Krusty, burn!
Kent Brockman: A group of school-age Spartacuses has taken this camp by force. Three counselors are missing and presumed scared.
Yeah, Bart, I am so Krunchy the Klown.
Bart: That's not Krusty the Clown.
Mr. Black: What do you think, I slapped a clown suit on some wino? [nervous laugh]
Barney: Yeah, Bart, I am so Krunchy the Clown. [belch]
Lisa, I've been thinking it over, and next summer I'm getting a job.
Lisa, I've been thinking it over, and next summer I'm getting a job.
Dear Mom and Dad, I no longer fear Hell, because I've been to Kamp Krusty.
Dear Mom and Dad, I no longer fear Hell, because I've been to Kamp Krusty.
You can have the shower to yourself, Homie.
Marge: You can have the shower to yourself, Homie. I'm finished.
Homer: [smoothly] Oh no you're not.
I hope you'll note that all of my textbooks are being returned in excellent condition.
Bart: Mrs. Krabappel, in figuring out my final grades, I hope you'll note that all of my textbooks are being returned in excellent condition. In some cases, still in their original wrappings.
Mrs. Krabappel: Duly noted.
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