Showing posts with label Season 1. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Season 1. Show all posts
Quiet, Bart! Let's make the best of this.
Ms. Botz: While I finish up, you guys can watch the rest of your favorite videocassette.
Lisa: Quiet, Bart! Let's make the best of this.
You know, Marge, this is just like when we were dating.
Homer: You know, Marge, this is just like when we were dating.
Marge: Except for one thing--no chaperone.
Bart, you're just like Chilly, the elf who cannot love.
Bart: Oh, man, I can't take it anymore.
Lisa: But I want to see what happens!
Bart: You know what happens. They find Captain Kook's treasure. All the elves dance around like idiots. I puke. The end.
Lisa: Bart, you're just like Chilly, the elf who cannot love.
Uh, I'd like some flowers.
Homer: Uh, I'd like some flowers.
Florist: What kind of flowers?
Homer: You know, pretty ones, not dead.
Bart, there's one left, and it's mine.
Bart: Hey, doughnuts!
Lisa: Bart, there's one left, and it's mine.
I can't read or write!
District attorney: What's the matter? Can't you read?
Krusty: No, I can't! I can't read or write! I admit it! I'm totally illiterate. Now are you happy?
Judge Snyder: Can it be that the champion of child literacy can't even read himself?
Now, we are going to set this pile of evil ablaze
Now, we are going to set this pile of evil ablaze, but because these are children's toys, the fire will spread quickly, so please stand back and try not to inhale the toxic fumes.
This may have led to one of television's best-loved bloopers -- Krusty's near-fatal, on-the-air heart attack in 1986.
Kent Brockman: From his humble beginnings as a street mime in Tupelo, Mississippi, Krusty clowned his way to the top of a personal mini-empire with dozens of endorsements, including his own line of pork products. This may have led to one of television's best-loved bloopers -- Krusty's near-fatal, on-the-air heart attack in 1986.
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Krusty: Mmm. Look. Plump succulent sausage, honey-smoked bacon and glistening, sizzling -- I'm dying. I'm dying!
Oh, Homer.
Homer: The reason I look unhappy is that tonight I have to see a slide show starring my wife's sisters. Or as I call 'em, the Gruesome Twosome.
Marge: Oh, Homer.
From now on you will be doing all your winemaking in prison.
From now on you will be doing all your winemaking in prison.
One last taste of bachelor freedom!
Carl: One last taste of bachelor freedom!
Lenny: Presenting Princess Kashmir, queen of the mysterious East.
From now on, exercise every morning.
Two hundred and thirty nine pounds! Oh, I'm a blimp. Why are all the good things so tasty? From now on, exercise every morning.
My mind says, "Stop," but my heart -- and my hips! -- cry, "Proceed."
My mind says, "Stop," but my heart -- and my hips! -- cry, "Proceed."
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