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.
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.
Dear Mom and Dad, I no longer fear Hell, because I've been to Kamp Krusty.
Marge: You can have the shower to yourself, Homie. I'm finished.
Homer: [smoothly] Oh no you're not.
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.
Lisa: Perhaps I'm not making myself clear. I think you should reconsider.
Miss Hoover: [strained] Lisa... you're... hurting me.
How could this have happened? [brushing arm] I feel so dirty. Uh.. uh...uh. The dirt's not coming off!
Attention, everyone. This is Principal Skinner. I trust you all remembered to bring in your implements of destruction. Now let's trash this dump!
