Marge: I'm very sorry you feel that way, because John invited us all out
for a drive today, and we're going.
Homer: Woah-ho-ho, not me! And not because John's gay, but because he's
a sneak. He should at least have the good taste to mince around
and let everyone know that he's... that way.
Marge: What on Earth are you talking about?
Homer: You know me, Marge. I like my beer cold, my TV loud and my
homosexuals fa-laming.
-- "Homer's Phobia"
for a drive today, and we're going.
Homer: Woah-ho-ho, not me! And not because John's gay, but because he's
a sneak. He should at least have the good taste to mince around
and let everyone know that he's... that way.
Marge: What on Earth are you talking about?
Homer: You know me, Marge. I like my beer cold, my TV loud and my
homosexuals fa-laming.
-- "Homer's Phobia"
Related:
- 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?... - Homer: You know, Marge, for the first time in our marriage I can finally
look down my nose at you.
_You_ have a gambling problem! Marge: That's true.... - Marge: This has been such a nice peaceful dinner. It calls for a
celebration.
I'm going to make the most international coffee in the house... - Homer: That John is the greatest guy in the world. We've gotta have him
and his wife over for drinks sometime.
Marge: Hmm, I don't think he's married, Homer. Home... - Marge: Homer [knocks again] Homer, why aren't you at work?
Homer: The car won't start. I don't feel very good today.... - Homer: Let me set the scene for you, Marge.
Marge: All right.
Homer: It's a 7-10 split. Marge: Uh huh? Homer: The hardest shot in bowling.... - Lovejoy: Marge, we can't tell you how sorry we are.
Ned: You have our deepest condol-diddely-olences.... - Marge: Homer, I really don't like you telling personal secrets in your
class.
Homer: Marge, I didn't tell 'em personal stuff. Marge... - Marge: So... you want to go on tour with a traveling freak show.
Homer: I don't think I have a choice, Marge. Marge...
