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.
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New Orleans!
Long before the Superdome
Where the Saints of football play
Lived a city that the damned call home
Hear their hellish rondelet
New Orleans! Home of pirates, drunks, and whores
New Orleans! Tacky overpriced souvenir stores
If you want to go to hell you should take that trip
To the Sodom and Gomorrah on the Mississip'
New Orleans! Stinking, rotten, vomiting, vile
New Orleans! Putrid, brackish, maggoty, foul
New Orleans! Crummy, lousy, rancid, and rank
New Orleans!
Why don't I just give you this pen with my phone number on it. It looks just like a cigar! Isn't that something?
Why don't I just give you this pen with my phone number on it. It looks just like a cigar! Isn't that something?
Doctors are idiots!
Doctors? Doctors are idiots! There's no telling what kind of permanent injuries he might have. You might have to wait on him hand and foot for the rest of his natural life! That's the downside. Now here's the good part. You can ching-ching-ching cash in on this tragedy!
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