Homer: I've always wondered if there was a god. And now I know there is
-- and it's me.
Marge: You're not a god, Homer.
Lisa: Remember Dad, "All glory is fleeting."
Lisa: "Beware the Ides of March."
Lisa: Dad, I know you think you're happy now, but it's not going to
Homer: Everything lasts forever.
Lisa: Don't you see? Getting what you want all the time will
ultimately leave you unfulfilled and joyless.
Homer: Remove the girl...
Lisa: Dad, you're not with your Stonecutters now. There are no lackeys
around to carry out your every --
[Bart covers her mouth, drags her away, then salutes]
-- Bart, Homer's lackey?, "Homer the Great"