Announcer: Buzz Cola! The taste you'll kill for. Soldier: Available in ze lobby! Lisa: Do they really think cheapening the memory of our veterans will sell soda? Homer: I have to go to ze lobby.
Pimple Faced Kid: I'm sorry, we're not supposed to put butter on the milk duds. Homer: You're not supposed to go to the bathroom without washing your hands either! Pimple Faced Kid: Touche Bart: It's a history lesson come to life. Lisa: No it isn't. It's totally inaccura.. Bart: Quiet, here come the ninja's! Homer: Ooh, you don't want to get Zorro mad! Marge: You're pouring hot butter on my leg! Song: :the Zorro theme music: Homer: Will you duel or are you a coward!? Snake: Would a coward do this...... BYE! :runs off: Skinner: Mother please. You're embarassing me. Agnes: No I'm not. Seymour needs the toilet! His bladder's full. Full of urine! Homer: Oh that's it. You insulted my honour! I demand satisfaction. I challenge you to a duel! Moe: A duel? Isn't that a little extreme? Here, here, have a free beer. Homer: Really? But you've never given anyone a free beer. Moe: Yeah, aint never been slapped with no duelling glove either. Song: The Glove Slap Song by the B52's Colonel: I agree to the duel, sir. I choose pistols at dawn. Homer: Pistols at dawn? Oh why did I have to slap a guy that says stuff. Lisa: The national weather service says dawn is still scheduled for 6:20 tomorrow and to please stop calling. Homer: He's out there, isn't he? Marge: I'm afraid so and his wife's with him. Homer: :Satisfied Drool: Marge: Homer! Homer: Hey, I'm not dead yet :knocks on door are heard: Save me Marge! I saved you! Marge: Why don't you have the colonel's wife save you? Homer: Oh Marge, that's in the past, let it go! Marge: Looks like you were saved by a Christmas tree! Homer: And someone wanted to get rid of it in April! Homer: Well, goodbye my gentle neighbour. You know, I've always wanted to tell you how mu.. Phone Announcer: To continue talking please deposit 10 cents. Homer: Ah screw it. Homer: :starts up the tractor, realizes it's not noisy enough, adjusts loudness, rides tractor, it topples over: Bart: Dad! Homer: Go get Lassie! Bart: Lassie? Homer:I mean Lisa. Marge: More tumbleweed, Lisa? Lisa: No thanth, I'm thtill finithing my thithles
(no thanks, I'm still finishing my thistles)
Lisa: Tomacco? That's pretty clever, dad. I mean for a product that's evil and deadly. Homer: Aw, thanks honey!
Ralph: Aw Daddy! This tastes like Grandma! Chief Wiggum: Holy moses, this does taste like Grandma! Ralph: I want more! Chief Wiggum: Yeah, me too, just give it to me.
Ameile: Well lets say a hundred... and fifty... million... dollars. Homer: ONE HUNDRED AND... May I speak to my family for a moment? :to family: Did you see the way Ameile was looking at Mindy? I think something's going on there. Marge: Shouldn't we be talking about the hundred and fifty million dollar offer? Homer: Oh yeah, let's take it.
Colonel: Ooh, where are my manners :shoots Homer: Homer: OOOOOwwww! OOOW! Bart: Are you okay, dad? Homer: I think so. The bone stopped the bullet. Lisa: Dad, this might be one of those things you should go to the hospital for. Homer: After pie!
