Patty: We've got some very interesting developments in the field of Supperware.
Selma: Uh-huh. This is the 128-ounce tub. You can fit your whole head in it. Don't be scared, Jub Jub. It's Mama.
Patty: We've got some very interesting developments in the field of Supperware.
Selma: Uh-huh. This is the 128-ounce tub. You can fit your whole head in it. Don't be scared, Jub Jub. It's Mama.
Man: Thank you, Señor MacGyver. You saved our village.
MacGyver: Don't thank me. Thank the moon's gravitational pull.
Marge: All our money's tied up in this woman. If she fails, we're broke. If she succeeds, I have no husband. I don't know what to root for.
Patty: You don't?
Marge: You are NOT going to perform that operation yourself.
Homer: But Marge! It looks so easy! Just like carving a turkey.
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!
Patty: We'll give you half our allowance.
Selma: Uh huh. But you have to be our slave.
Marge: Hmm, okay!
Hey, you're Homer's sister in law, right? I remember you, but I don't remember you being so beau[belches]tiful. Ow! Hey! [belching and coughing] Is that a new kind of Mace? Really painful.