Bart: I'm outside. I got away with it. I'm free!
[a hand falls on his shoulder]
Brodka: Son, would you open your coat, please?
Bart: Uh...I don't think this is the kind of coat that opens.
Brodka: Please step back in the store, Son.
Woman: That boy's parents must have made some terrible mistakes.
Gavin: Shut up, Mom.
-- "Marge Be Not Proud"
[a hand falls on his shoulder]
Brodka: Son, would you open your coat, please?
Bart: Uh...I don't think this is the kind of coat that opens.
Brodka: Please step back in the store, Son.
Woman: That boy's parents must have made some terrible mistakes.
Gavin: Shut up, Mom.
-- "Marge Be Not Proud"
Related:
- Brodka: Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Simpson? This is detective Don Brodka from
Try-N-Save security.
That's right, Don Brodka. Your son Bart has... - Brodka: [pounding the TV off] All right, show's over.
Bart: Er, excuse me? Brodka: You think you're pretty... - Brodka: I thought I told you, don't return for busted merchandise!
Homer: What are you doing to my son? Brodka: I'm afraid... - Marge: Uh oh, almost forgot to lock the doors.
[the locks slam down like a jail cell door closing]
Bart:
[groaning] Ohh... [the seat back turns into... - Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - Grandma: A caller at this hour? [to Mr. VH] You dial 9-1,
then when I say so, dial 1 again. [opens... - Bart: Uh, I think I got your lunch.
[holds up note:
"I am very proud of you, Love, Mom"] Lisa: Oh yeah... - Bart: Hmm. Maybe if I stand next to the games looking sad,
someone will feel sorry for me and buy me one... - Marge: [hearing the doorbell] Just a second!
Homer:
D'oh! [whimpers] Huh? [spots a bookcase] I...
From the same category:
- Homer: Bart, I'm gonna help you build that racer.
Bart:
Thanks, but I'm almost done. Why don't you go back... - picks up Maggie] Whoa! Someone smells stinky!
[sniffs himself] Oh,
it's me. -- Barney, bastion of cleanliness, "Homer... - Marge: All right, all right, but if you win, don't make a
scene and dance around with your "woo-hoo"s,
please! We can't afford a single slipup. They're... - Homer: What is it, boy?
Bart: Mmph. Mmph. Mmph.
Homer:
Is anything the matter, my son? Talk to me, young... - Homer: [chuckles] They'll never look for us here.
Larry:
Yeah. This place is emptier than a Scottish pay toilet...
