Showing posts with label Saturdays of Thunder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saturdays of Thunder. Show all posts
Like the arrogant Roman and Judah Ben Hur, these modern charioteers battle ferociously. No quarter given, none asked.
Like the arrogant Roman and Judah Ben Hur, these modern charioteers battle ferociously. No quarter given, none asked.
I think we're near a breakthrough.
Dave: How's your research coming, son?
Dave Jr.: I think we're near a breakthrough.
I don't know jack about my boy. I'm a bad father!
Homer: Oh, my God. I don't know jack about my boy. I'm a bad father!
Selma: You're also fat.
Homer: I'm also fat!
Bart! You can't weld with such a little flame. Stupid kid.
Bart! You can't weld with such a little flame. Stupid kid.
Boo!
Dr. Nick: I'm offering three bottles -- enough to clean one thousand tombstones -- for only thirty-nine ninety-five!
Audience: Boo!
With one application of Spiffy, you'll think the body's still warm!
With one application of Spiffy, you'll think the body's still warm!
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