Aagh! Pink?
Marge, I can't wear a pink shirt to work.
Everybody wears white shirts. I'm not popular enough to be different...
-- Homer finds all his shirts are pinko,
"Stark Raving Dad"
Marge, I can't wear a pink shirt to work.
Everybody wears white shirts. I'm not popular enough to be different...
-- Homer finds all his shirts are pinko,
"Stark Raving Dad"
Related:
- Man: You seem like a nice guy. Why'd they put you in here?
Homer: 'Cause I wore a pink shirt. Man: I understand... - Burns: Well, judging by his outlandish attire, he's some sort of
free-thinking anarchist.
Smithers: I'll call security, sir. Burns: Excellent... - Man: Your father really needs your help. You don't want him to get a
lobotomy,
do you? Bart: Hm... lobotomy... [begin dream]... - The FIELD GUIDE to NORTH AMERICAN MALES
SPECIES: Cranial Males
SUBSPECIES:
The Hacker (homo computatis) Plumage: All clothes... - I can wear my shirts as
pants... - Burns: Why is that man in pink!
Smithers: Oh, that's Homer Simpson,
sir. He's one of your boobs from Sector 7... - Bart: Dad, maybe you should do this.
Homer: Son, it's no different than the time I let you vote for me.
Remember that absentee ballot? -- On filling out... - Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - Man: [in his normal voice] Well, my work is done here.
Bart: Hey, Michael, what happened to your voice? Man...
From the same category:
- Homer: Oh, I miss Marge. Lisa, you're smart; help me trick her into
taking me back!
Lisa: Dad, you can't trick somebody into loving you... - Man 1: All right! We're finally going to stop those corporate pigs from
dumping that nuclear waste!
Man 2: Oh, no! Our boat is sinking! Burns: It was... - Homer: Ooh, "Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions"! I'm great at these.
Ask me if something smells funny in here, Boy. Bart... - I thought I was too old. I thought my time had passed.
I thought I'd never hear the screams of pain, or see... - Lenny: Man, that tramp's got the energy of a hobo.
Carl:
Yeah, he never stops punching -- except to check out...
