Bob: Well, at least I'll have my revenge!
Bart: Bob, no!
Lisa: Don't you see? That would be taking the easy way out.
Bob: I agree. [presses the button]
-- Thinks that make you go "Boom!",
"Sideshow Bob's Last Gleaming"
Bart: Bob, no!
Lisa: Don't you see? That would be taking the easy way out.
Bob: I agree. [presses the button]
-- Thinks that make you go "Boom!",
"Sideshow Bob's Last Gleaming"
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- Bart: I...should have known you were too smart to fall for that.
Bob: Really? What type of smart? Book smart? Because... - Bart: Way to guard the parking lot, Top Gun.
Guard:
I have three medals for this. -- Heroism at its finest... - Bob: [reading from the bomb casing] "Best before November 1959."
Dammit,
Bob. There were plenty of brand new bombs, but you... - Lisa: High-toned voice...Bart, that's it! I know where Sideshow Bob is
hiding!
[they start running] When Bob broadcast that... - Bob: Ahh, Westminster Abbey. Edward the Confessor himself could
not have done better.
Now to set the clocks to Greenwich Mean... - Homer: OK, so we can't go over the fence.
Marge: I feel so helpless.
What if something happens to them? Homer: I'm sure... - Bob: By the way, I'm aware of the irony of appearing on TV in order to
decry it.
So don't bother pointing that out. -- Bob, well-versed... - Bob: [on the radio] But it would be terribly myopic of me to blame
all my current woes on one spiky-haired little simpleton.
Barlow: Mm hm, myopic. Or to say the least, intransigent... - Homer: Now you Boy!
Bart: [scared] Oh.
[plane approaches cops standing on their cars]
You can't escape Bob.
If the tennis rackets don't get you, the pool...
From the same category:
- Radish rosettes! These are hard to make. They're a very advanced race.
Marge admires the aliens' food, "Hungry Are the... - Bart: Hey, Lis. A moment of your time.
Lisa: [stops playing her sax] Yeah?
Bart: Suppose I was writing my <second> letter to... - Marge: Lisa, I can't _believe_ it's your wedding day already.
Lisa: Mom, I feel kind of funny wearing white. I mean... - Bart: Ching-ching-ching! [smashes a souvenir coin collection he
received from Patty and Selma] [goes to the bank] Americanize
this,
my good man. Clerk: Okay. Bart: All those coins... - Lisa: Why are you dedicating your life to blasphemy?
Homer: Don't worry, sweetheart. If I'm wrong, I'll...
