Lionel Hutz: Care to join me in a belt of scotch?
Marge: It's 9:30 in the morning.
Lionel Hutz: Yeah, but I haven't slept in days.
Showing posts with label Marge Gets a Job. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marge Gets a Job. Show all posts
You... have a husband?
You... have a husband? Yes, I can picture him now. Rugged good looks, sweater knotted about his shoulders, curly locks shining in the sun like spun gold.
I am the angel of death. The time of purification is at hand.
I am the angel of death. The time of purification is at hand.
You mean like, "Child Labor Day?"
Mr. Burns: Marge, what can we do?
Marge: Well, you could give them healthier snacks... theme days...
Mr. Burns: You mean like, "Child Labor Day?"
Marge: Mmm. Actually I was thinking of "Funny Hat Day."
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