Hapablap: To slip the surly bonds of earth, and touch the face of God.
To fly -- the dream of man and flightless bird alike. And
now, hold on tight, as we blast through the thrilling
highlights of aviation history! Say, did somebody say "box
kites"?
["Up, Up and Away" starts]
Bart: No!
[everyone groans as kids with box kites walk out]
Martin: The common box kite was originally used as a means of drying
wet string.
-- The lame preamble to the air show,
"Sideshow Bob's Last Gleaming"
To fly -- the dream of man and flightless bird alike. And
now, hold on tight, as we blast through the thrilling
highlights of aviation history! Say, did somebody say "box
kites"?
["Up, Up and Away" starts]
Bart: No!
[everyone groans as kids with box kites walk out]
Martin: The common box kite was originally used as a means of drying
wet string.
-- The lame preamble to the air show,
"Sideshow Bob's Last Gleaming"
Related:
- Bob: Ahh, Westminster Abbey. Edward the Confessor himself could
not have done better.
Now to set the clocks to Greenwich Mean... - Lisa: He's getting away! [gets covered by the blimp]
Hapablap:
Oh...not the Harrier! We've got a war tomorrow. ... - Marge: Do they have to play that rock music? Every note is pounding
into my skull!
[the central part of the speaker shoots through her... - Guard: Authorization code?
Bob: [sounding like Colonel Hapablap] Code?
Son, this is Colonel Hapablap. That fool McGuckett... - Intercom: Prepare to engage enemy.
[the jets speed past]
Bogey's air speed not sufficient for intercept.
Suggest we get out and walk. -- The air... - Hapablap: Bob is not here. We have searched every square inch of this
base and all we have found is porno,
porno, porno! Quimby: We have only twenty minutes... - Marty, if the man and woman walk away together at the end of the picture,
it adds $10,000,000 to the box office. -- George Lucas... - Hapablap: What in the world according to Garp -- ? Those are my dress
towels.
[tries the locked door] Who's in my private... - Bart+Lisa: Aah! Sideshow Bob!
Bart: _You_ wrote me those letters.
Marge: You awful man! Stay away from my son. ...
