Homer: I Suppose You Want To Probe Me. Well, You Might As Well Get It Over With.
Homer: I suppose you want to probe me. Well, you might as well get
it over with.
Kang: Stop! We have reached the limits of what rectal probing can
Treehouse of Horror VII
Homer: [gulps] I suppose you want to probe me. Well, might as well get it over with.
[unzips his pants] Kang: [disgusted] Stop! We have reached the limits of what rectal probing can teach us....
Homer: America, take a good look at your beloved candidates.
They're nothing but hideous space reptiles....
Homer: I guess you mean President Clinton. He usually hangs around Washington, D.
C. Kang: President Clin-Ton? Excellent. Homer: Except, um....
Barclay: "Do you suppose this has changed the way people think about me?
LaForge: "Well, to tell you the truth, Reg, we don't know what to think....
Well, let's get started: you want to be on the right or the left?
-- Hugo, about to sew himself to Bart, "Treehouse of Horror VII...
George: Uh, Mr. President, Sir. People are becoming a bit.
.. confused by the way your and your opponent are, well, constantly holding hands....
Marge: [walking in] Homer! Where did you get that?
Homer: [pause] Get what? Marge: That giant donut. Home...
Kent: Senator Dole, why should people vote for you instead of President Clinton?
Kang: It makes no difference which one of us you vote for....
Lisa: Listen, I can take care of everything. All you have to do is unshrink me.
Frink: Unshrink you? Well, that would require some sort of a *re*-bigulator, which is a concept so ridiculous is makes me want to laugh out loud and chortle, and....