Ned: Maude! You still look as pretty as the day I buried you! Maude: Are you ready for tales that will shatter your spine and boil your blood? Lisa: Well duh!
Maude: Then choke on these! Homer: I'd love to but somebody made me too many pancakes and now I have to sleep them off. Marge: Oh, those were for the church breakfast! Homer: Were they now.
Hammock Man: The price is 10 dollars. But I must warn you. This is no ordinary hammock. Its webbing is a mesh of comfort and evil. Homer: You had me at hello. Homer: You wanna be my slave? Homer Clone: Hewwo buddee Homer: Outstanding. Abe: Then after World War 2, it got kind of quiet. Until Superman challenged FDR to a race around the world. FDR beat them by a furlong. Or so the comic books would have you believe. The truth lies somewhere in between :snores: Lisa: Hmm.. does dad seem a little dumber than usual? Bart: Me not notice. Homer: Now, before I abandon you in this cornfield, does anyone remember the way home? Homer Clone: I do. Homer: :fires shotgun: Anybody else? :fires shotgun: Anybody else? Come onn. :fires shotgun: Okay, everyone out. Moe: Now uh, who's gonna be picking up the tab? Homer Clones: LENNY! Lenny: Anything for Homers! Marge: They look like you, they were rude to Patty and Selma, and the hoard has been described as very gassy... Homer: Yeah, it's a good group. Lisa: If not for guns, poor William Bonney might have become a doctor or a senator.. Moe: Or a frustrated novelist! Wiggum: Well well, not so tough without your gun, are you Snake? :snake punches wiggum: Ow. I guess you are! That's what I like about this job. You learn stuff. Lou: This always made me feel like a man, you know. Now all I've got is my enormous genitals. Quimby: Springfield's weapons of death have been converted into weapons of climbing and sliding. Ralph: :uses slide made of guns: The bumps tickle my bottom! Billy The Kid: Now lets rob the bank, give the money to the poor, then rob the poor and shoot the money!
Billy: You, play the Celli. You, sing a song about Cattle rustling. And you, sing one about er.. robbing banks. Bart: Calf's in the field so you sneak up slow, grab em by the tail and go man go. Lisa: Break into the bank and snatch that dough. Bart/Lisa: Please don't hurt our family.
Dr Hibbert: Now he may try to slobber on your crotch. Homer: Heh, i've been around Scottsmen
Marge: Can you recommend some activities? Dr. Hibbert: One activity you might enjoy is not asking questions.
Dr. Hibbert: Who'd like some Turkey. It's a lovely nerd. I mean bird. Frink: HOOOYYYYLIC, wait a minute, now! I'm dying, aha-hey. With the basting and the butterballing and the chestnut stuffing in my puppick. Gobble gobble gobble death!
Marge: House Of Pain. This must be where you pay the bill. Why am I always so funny when no one's around.
Homer: Marge, you were like a wild beast. So veracious and prowly. And i've never seen you use your tail like that.
Homer: Oh my god! She's become a monster! Which I have to admit I sorta suspected that during the sex.
Homer: Gotta find a way to change Marge back. And replace the M&M's I took from the mini bar.
Homer: In the jungle, the creepy jungle, Homer rides a freak!
Comic Book Guy: I understand that some of you are still wearing tattered pants. Please, throw them on the bonfire and embrace your animal essence. Chief Wiggum: Okay, but I'm keeping the tattered vest. I still have my dignity. Hey, slops! Ooh, a toenail! Homer: You guys are nuts! All you can do is eat, and sleep, and mate, and roll around in your own filth, and mate, and eat- where do I sign up?
