Showing posts with label There's No Disgrace Like Home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label There's No Disgrace Like Home. Show all posts

There's nothing necessarily wrong with hostile conflict. All I ask is that you use my patented aggression therapy mallets.

Okay, you wanna kill each other. That's good. That's healthy. There's nothing necessarily wrong with hostile conflict. All I ask is that you use my patented aggression therapy mallets.

Check it out. 250 big ones.

Cashier: Will you be paying by cash or check?

Homer: Cash, of course. I've got $250 right here with me. I'm holding it right now. Here it is. Look. Check it out. 250 big ones.

Bart: If you really want to impress her, show her the big, empty space where our TV used to be.

O Lord, why did you smite me with this family?

Homer: Dear Lord, Thank you for this microwave bounty, even though we don't deserve it. I mean, our kids are uncontrollable hellions. Pardon my French, but they act like savages. Did you see them at the picnic? Oh, of course you did. You're everywhere. You're omnivorous. O Lord, why did you smite me with this family?

All: Amen!

Bart: Let's eat!

Well, toss it in the pile over there.

Homer: Oh, boss, look what we brought-- gelatin desserts.

Burns: Oh, for the love of Peter. That's all anybody brought. Some damn fool went around telling everyone I love that slimy goop. Well, toss it in the pile over there.