Blackbeard: {[looking at the photo] Arr, 'tis some kind of treasure
map!}
Arnold: {You idiot! You can't read.}
Blackbeard: {Aye, 'tis true. My debauchery was my way of compensatin'!}
-- No brain cells left, "Treehouse of Horror IV"
map!}
Arnold: {You idiot! You can't read.}
Blackbeard: {Aye, 'tis true. My debauchery was my way of compensatin'!}
-- No brain cells left, "Treehouse of Horror IV"
Related:
- Marge: [next to the high chair] I'm sorry, Mr. Blackbeard.
We're low on chairs, and this is the last... - John Wilkes Booth, Blackbeard the Pirate, John Dillinger,
and the starting line of the 1976 Philadelphia Flyers... - Oh, Lisa, you and your stories. `Bart is a vampire.' `Beer kills
brain cells.' Now,
let's go back to that ... building ... thingee ...... - Lisa: [breathlessly] Mom, Dad: Mr. Burns is a vampire,
and he has Bart! Burns: Why, Bart is right here. Bart... - Homer: [ruefully] I'd sell my soul for a donut.
[The devil appears,
looking like Flanders] Flanders: Heh heh, that can... - If you can read this, you're too close; get off my grave,
idiot! -- Written on... - Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
William... - Milhouse: Hey Bart, look. Krusty trading cards. The long-awaited
"Eight Series".
Bart: [reading the cards] "Krusty visits relatives... - Sometimes when it's quiet,
you can hear the brain cells die. --...
From the same category:
- Homer: Not a bear in sight. The Bear Patrol must be working like a
charm.
Lisa: That's spacious reasoning, Dad. Homer: Thank... - Hey, look at me! I'm Blanche DuBois!
-- Bart,
"A Streetcar Named... - Homer: [ruefully] I'd sell my soul for a donut.
[The devil appears,
looking like Flanders] Flanders: Heh heh, that can... - to the tune of the Colonel Bogey March]
Lisa, her teeth are big and green.
Lisa, she smells like gasoline. Lisa, da da da Disa... - Homer: Marge, I want you to admit you have a gambling problem.
Marge: You know, you're right, Homer. Maybe I should...
