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• You don't have to sit in a feminizt to know what it smells like.
• You don't have to sit on a Femagogues to know what * IT * smells like.
• Bart: [sniffing] What is that smell? Lisa: It smells like Otto's jacket.
  .. -- Which can only mean one thing... "Homerpalooza...
• Marge: You know, <we'll> be old someday. Homer: Gasp!
  My God, you're right, Marge! You kids wouldn't put me in a home like I did to my dad, would you?...
• Grampa: I think Rudyard Kipling said it best: If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-to
  and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss, yours is the earth is everything that is in it, and, which is more, you'll be a man, my son....
• When I'm gone, boxing will be nothing again. The fans with the cigars and the hats turned down'll be there, but no more housewives and little men in the street and foreign presidents.
  It's goin' to be back to the fighter who comes to town, smells a flower, visits a hospital, blows a horn and says he's in shape....
• Marge: Homer...it looks like it could gore. Homer: Heh heh.
  ..it _does_ look like Al Gore. Bart: [admiring] Ew, he smells worse than anything....
• Bart: [plays with Sergeant Thug's Mountaintop Command Post, making plane and machine gun noises] Abe
  Hey, watch it with that thing! [a missile launches out the window] My skull is eggshell-thin....
• Hippy: a guy who looks like a jill and smells like a john.