Lisa: Come on, Dad!
Homer: [breathless] It's beautiful.
Lisa: Isn't it though?
Homer: After I catch my breath... can we... go... home?
Lisa: Come on, Dad!
Homer: [breathless] It's beautiful.
Lisa: Isn't it though?
Homer: After I catch my breath... can we... go... home?
Aliens: One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock rock! Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock! Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock rock! We're gonna rock around the world tonight!
Bart: Oh, this sucks. C'mon snipers. Where are you?
Homer: Look Lisa, honey, I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. But I really had a good time watching football with you. And I think you had a good time with me.
Lisa: Yeah, I did.
Homer: Well, c'mon, we can still watch the Super Bowl together. Can't we? Eh? Huh? [chuckles]
Lisa: [warming] Well, I would like to see what all the fuss is about.
Homer: It's a date! [slyly] So... do you think the Cowboys will beat the spread?
Lisa: [goes cold] Put me down.
Lisa: My third husband bought me this. Give me some chips for it.
Dealer: Are you sure, ma'am?
Lisa: Don't tell me what to do, Sonny. I've been gambling since I was eight. And I've been hockin' jewelry since I was twelve. Now give me some chips!
Lisa: So that's it. You just wanted me to help you gamble. You never wanted to be with me at all.
Marge: You're a very selfish man.
Box: Go to hell! Go to hell!
Bart: Hey, once again. Great present, Dad.
Look, what's the problem? The kids are happy, you smell like Meryl Streep, and I've got that foot massager I've always wanted.
Bret: It is the playoffs, it's five below and there's one loyal fan wearing nothing but a g-string and the team colors painted on his body.
Jimmy: He doesn't look too happy.
Bret: Well, maybe the paint has shut off his pores and he's slowly suffocating. Still, that is a real fan.
Coach: [very slowly] You have reached the Coach's Hot...
Homer: Line...
Coach: line.
Homer: Yeah, lay it on me, coach.
Coach: In the game of Mi-a-mi...
Homer: Mm-hm.
Coach: ...versus Cin-
Homer: Cincinnati...
Coach: cin-
Homer: Cincinnati.
Coach: nat-
Homer: Cincinnati.
Coach: ti...
Homer: C'mon, c'mon! Don't you realize this is costing me money?
Coach: [slowly] We must consider many things. The wind...
Homer: D'oh, not the wind.
Coach: ...is blowing out of the west...
Homer: Oh...
Coach: at five
Homer: ...miles per hour.
Coach: knots...
Well you need to know the winners. And I know the winners. So call me now! Whoa! [fast] Five dollars for the first minute. Two dollars for each additional minute.