Eleazar begat Phinehas. Phinehas begat Abishua, and Abishua...

Homer: The Good Book. On tape? Ooh, as read by Larry King.

Larry King: Hi, I'm Larry King. In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth, and the earth was without form ... Eleazar begat Phinehas. Phinehas begat Abishua, and Abishua [fast forwards] ... begat Ahimaaz. Ahimaaz begat [fast forwards] ... and Amiriah onward, Amariah begets Ahitub. Ahitub begets [fast forwards] ... Shallum begat Hilkiah ... And he shall turn the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse.

Is Seymour there? Last name Butts.

Moe: Hello, Moe's Tavern. Birthplace of the Rob Roy.

Bart: Is Seymour there? Last name Butts.

Moe: Just a sec. Hey, is there a Butts here? Seymour Butts? Hey, everybody. I wanna Seymour Butts! Wait a minute. Listen, you little scum-sucking pus bucket! When I get my hands on you, I'm gonna pull out your eyeballs with a corkscrew!

Oh, Mrs. Krabappel, oh your hair smells so -- clean.

Master Sushi Chef: Oh, Mrs. Krabappel, oh your hair smells so -- clean.

Toshiro: Master, you're needed in the kitchen.

Master Sushi Chef: I said cover for me, damn it!

Toshiro: But Master, we need your skilled hands.

Master Sushi Chef: My skilled hands are busy! You do it!

Shaft!

Bart: Who's the black private dick that's a sex machine with all the chicks?

Lisa: Shaft!

Bart: You're damn right! Who's the cat that won't cop out when there's danger all about?

Lisa: Shaft!

Bart: Right on.

This fish is delish!

Good thing I'm open-minded. Not bad. Interesting! I'll try this little pink one here. Very good! And another one. Oh, boy! This fish is delish!

Thursday. Meat loaf night. As it was, is now, and ever shall be.

Lisa: Thursday. Meat loaf night. As it was, is now, and ever shall be.

Homer: What are you getting at?

Lisa: Well, you're always trying to teach me to be open-minded, try new things, live life to--

Homer: What are you talking about? Nobody's trying to teach you that. [to Bart] Shut up, boy.

Marge: Well, maybe Lisa's right. Tomorrow night it might be nice to go out for dinner.

Homer: Tomorrow night? Friday? Pork chop night? Marge! We haven't missed pork chop night since the great pig scare in '87!

Lisa: Friday night. Pork chops. From cradle to grave, etched in stone in God's library somewhere up in heaven--

Homer: OK, OK, OK, OK, where do you wanna go?

Lisa: Anywhere but hamburgers, pizza, or fried chicken.

Homer: Fine! We'll go to Mars!