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• Lenny: See, all along I've been telling Carl I'm married to a beauty queen.
  Now, he's coming over for dinner. Marge: Oh, Lenny, I'm sure he'll like your wife no matter what she looks like....
• Marge: Welcome to Pretzel Wagon. May I take your order?
  Lenny: [hesitating] Uh, let's see. I'll have... one, uh....
• Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness, feel the slippery finish.
  Caresses it, experience it. Quite smooth, isn't it?...
• I saw your pouring your heart and soul into this business and getting nowhere.
  I saw you desperately trying to cram one more salty treat into America's already bloated snack hole....
• Marge: Homer...it looks like it could gore. Homer: Heh heh.
  ..it _does_ look like Al Gore. Bart: [admiring] Ew, he smells worse than anything....
• Cletus: [waving] Hey slow down! I wants to talk to you!
  [Homer stops the car] Cletus: Give us three hundred pretzels....
• Homer: It _is_ the seventies! Right down to the smallest detail.
  Marge: Hey...the bartender even looks like John Travolta....
• It looks like blind screaming hedonism won out.