Homer: It sure was nice of Mr. Burns to invite us to a midnight dinner
at his country house in...
Pennsylvania!
Lisa: Aw, there's something fishy about this whole setup.
Marge: Lisa, stop being so suspicious. Did everyone wash their necks
like Mr. Burns asked?
-- To clean off the bubonic plague, no doubt,
"Treehouse of Horror IV"
at his country house in...
Pennsylvania!
Lisa: Aw, there's something fishy about this whole setup.
Marge: Lisa, stop being so suspicious. Did everyone wash their necks
like Mr. Burns asked?
-- To clean off the bubonic plague, no doubt,
"Treehouse of Horror IV"
Related:
- Lisa: Grandpa's a vampire?
Bart: We're all vampires!
Lisa: But, no! We killed Mr. Burns -- Homer: You have... - Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - Bart: [whining] Mom, my slingshot doesn't fit in these pockets.
And these shorts leave nothing to the imagination.... - Lisa: The only way to get Bart back is to kill the head vampire:
Mr. Burns! Homer: Kill my boss? Do I dare to... - Lisa: [on phone] Oh no, that's awful, Mr. Puente. What?
Oh, he owns the nuclear power plant. Yeah,... - Lisa: They don't like being broken up.
Marge: We've got to be realistic,
kids. Who's going to have a big enough heart... - Burns: [clears throat] I'm pleased to dedicate this remote work
terminal;
it will allow our safety inspector here to perform... - Marge: [hopeful] The police already have a suspect:
it's Mr. Smithers. [everyone talks animatedly... - Marge: What were you like as a boy, Mr. Burns?
Did you have a dog that you loved?
Burns: Well... Daah! There's something on my leg...
From the same category:
- Bart: Do it again!
House: What?
Bart: Make the walls bleed.
House: No! Bart: Hey, man, we own you. Let's see... - Martin: Bart, if she breaks up on you, steer away from the grandstands
or else you might kill hundreds of innocent spectators.
[notices Bart isn't paying attention] Bart... - Homer stuffs his face]
Moe: [through door] Homer?
It's Moe. Uh, look: some of the ghouls and... - Expiration date? June nineteen eighty ni--uh.... 2012,
yeah... -- Homer orders junk off the TV again, ... - Homer: You remember the rules from last year?
Bart:
Yeah, shut my mouth and let your boss win. -- "There's...
