How could this happen? We started out like Romeo and Juliet, but it ended up in tragedy.— Milhouse
How could this happen? We started out like Romeo and Juliet, but it ended up in tragedy.— Milhouse
Kent Brockman: Kent Brockman at the Action News desk. A massive tanker has run aground on the central coastline, spilling millions of gallons of oil on Baby Seal Beach.
Lisa: Oh no!
Homer: It'll be okay, honey. There's lots more oil where that came from.
Marge: Now the cat needs his medication every morning and the furnace has been putting off...
Homer: No problem. Can do. Right. Uh-huh.
Marge: ... a lot of carbon monoxide, so keep the window open.
Homer: Gotcha. Cat in the furnace.
Marge: Uh, you know, I think we'll take Maggie with us.
Bart: Dad, do I have to brush my teeth?
Homer: No, but at least rinse your mouth out with soda.
Belle: Your son was trespassing on my property and destroyed a very valuable stone gargoyle, and... are you wearing a grocery bag?
Homer: I have misplaced my pants.
Homer: Aw, I don't know how to punish you. What does Marge usually do?
Bart: She makes me taste beer.
Homer: Come on, boy, give your old man a little credit. (Trash falls out of the grocery bag round his waist) Yeah...well, I still get to punish you.
Bart: Wow, man, what is this place?
Belle: I prefer not to be called "man." My name is Belle, and this is the Maison Derriere. That means the, uh, "Back House."
Homer: Where is Bart, anyway? His dinner's getting all cold and eaten.
Homer: Bart, where are you? Come on! I have to be up at 6am to swipe Flanders' newspaper.
Homer: Uh, this isn't going to be about Jesus, is it?
Reverend Lovejoy: All things are about Jesus, Homer, except this.
Marge: I've lived in this town for thirty-seven years.
Belle: I've lived here fifty-two years.
Marge: I'm third generation.
Belle: Sixth.
Marge: Get out of my town!
Bart: (in song) To shut them down now would be twisted.
Jimbo, Dolph & Kearney: We just heard this place existed!
