Homer: Aw, I don't know how to punish you. What does Marge usually do?
Bart: She makes me taste beer.
Homer: Come on, boy, give your old man a little credit.
[the bag bursts, sending a load of groceries to the floor]
-- The perils of improvised clothing, "Bart After Dark"
Bart: She makes me taste beer.
Homer: Come on, boy, give your old man a little credit.
[the bag bursts, sending a load of groceries to the floor]
-- The perils of improvised clothing, "Bart After Dark"
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- Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - Homer: You did _what_?!
Bart: I borrowed your nail clipper.
What's the big deal? Homer: Nothing. I'm just a little... - Homer: Boy, you're gonna have to be punished for this.
Bart: Dad, youpunish me, but that means you... - Marge: What were you thinking, sending Bart to such an awful place?
Homer: I was trying to punish him exactly like you... - Bart: Please, Dad.
Homer: No.
Bart: Please, Dad.
Homer:
No. Bart: Please, Dad. Homer: No. Bart: Please, Dad... - Bart: Well, I had a run-in with a... bully.
Marge:
[bursts in] A bully!? Homer: [annoyed] Come on, Marge... - Homer: Shary Bobbins, I want another beer.
Shary: Well,
you know, Homer [musical intro, Shary starts singing]... - Homer: What the hell are you reading books for?
Bart:
I'm doing "The Conan O'Brien Show", and I want to have... - Bart: Look behind you, Radioactive Man! The sun is exploding again!
[jumps down, does a somersault] Marge: Bart, why are...
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- See, Marge, who needs a car-wash when you can just drive around in the
rain?
Homer, "Treehouse of Horror... - I want to share something with you:
The three little sentences that will get you through life.
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Ned: No, I think it's Mom's turn, son. Todd: Aw, no... - Homer: [exaggeratedly loud] Are you ready to laugh?
Man: Poor dog. Homer: I said, are you ready to laugh... - Homer: Uh, let's see: eighteen, twenty-seven, thirty-five.
Dealer busts! Looks like you all win again...
