Chester: That was a nice film I had once. Last time I try to impress a
four-year-old.
-- You were... the age Bart was... several years ago,
"The Day the Violence Died"
four-year-old.
-- You were... the age Bart was... several years ago,
"The Day the Violence Died"
Related:
- Chester: He didn't create Itchy: I did.
Bart: Huh?
Chester: He stole the character from me in 1928. When... - Bart: You invented Itchy? The _Itchy & Scratchy_ Itchy?
Chester: Sure. In fact, I invented the whole concept... - Bart: I guess you don't need it now, but, we had a plan too.
Myers: Hey, great, listen, write it down and mail it... - Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. There's an easy way to get rid of Chester
without the guilt of sending him back to the gutter.
And all it'll cost you is a thousand dollars. --... - Bart: There's a box you can sleep in.
Chester: Thanks.
Bart: Just move that cot out of the way. Chester: Okay... - Grampa: I thought I recognized you. I gave you a plate of corn muffins
back in 1947 to paint my chicken coop.
And you never did it. Chester: Those corn muffins were... - Lawyer: Krusty, have you _ever_ seen this so-called animation genius
before?
Krusty: Yes I have. Lawyer: [surprised] You have?... - Bart: I can't believe it. That was Itchy all right,
you _did_ invent him. When people see this you'll... - Once upon a time, a four-year-old boy was visiting his uncle and aunt.
He was a very outspoken little boy and ofttimes had...
From the same category:
- Lisa: You gotta hand it to Krusty.
Homer: Yeah. Even with all his problems,
he's still willing to do something unbelievably... - Wiggum: Don't be a fool, Simpson! Let the kid go!
Burns:
[through amplifier] The negotiations have failed. ... - Homer: Bart, I want you to shake hands with -- what's your name,
fella? Roscoe: Roscoe. Homer: Roscoe here runs this... - Homer: Well, Marge, it was horrible. Everyone was against me in that
jury room.
But I stood by the courage of my convictions and I... - Marge: I made the right decision to stay with my Homey,
so there was no harm done. Homer: [groans] Marge...
