Milhouse: Hey, that's my seat. Bart: Correction, was your seat. Barney: But I only got up to go the the can! Homer: Hey I don't see your name engraved on this barstool. Announcer: One night only, at the Springfield Speedway, this Saturday! If you miss this, you'd better be dead or in jail, and if you're in jail, break out. Be there!
Skinner: Welcome to the first in a series of Saturday evening concerts. Homer: Series? Awww. Todd: :plays violin for school concert: Ned: :crying: My son.... my son! Homer: Come on Flanders, he's not that bad. Lance Murdoch: Now, chance I don't survive, let me just say: Seatbelts save lives, so buckle up! Milhouse: Oh no, he's hurt. Lewis: Bad! Milhouse: Lets get out of here! Dr. Hibbert: This little boy broke his leg, trying to fly like Superman. This little boy's brother hit him in the head with a wrench, mimicing a recent TV wrestling match. I wont even subject you to the horrors of our three stooges ward. Marge: Gee, I never realized TV was such a dangerous influence. Bart: Otto, I'm going to leap over Springfield Gorge on my skateboard. Otto: Bart, as the only adult here, I feel I should say something. Bart: What? Otto: COOL! Otto: :singing, to tune of 'Foxy Lady' over Bus microphone: Do do doo, do doo do doo, do do do doo. Bart: Hey Otto, can I use that microphone. Otto: ..doo do do :switches off: Sorry Bart dude, it's for emergencies only. :switches back on: Doo doo doo. Lance: Doc, I heard a snap. Dr. Hibbert: Hmm, I'm afraid the bone is broken. Well, that's all of them.
