Moe: Here You Go, One Beer [sets It In Front Of Lisa].
Moe: Here you go, one beer [sets it in front of Lisa]. One chocolate
milk. [sets it in front of Homer]
Lisa: Uh, excuse me, <I> had the chocolate milk.
-- They're so hard to tell apart, "Homer Defined"
Homer: Hurry, Moe, hurry, I've only got five minutes 'til the music store closes.
Moe: Well, why don't you go there first? Homer: Hey!...
Moe: Come on, don't take this so hard, Homer. You still got that other kid, uh.
.. Lisa. Let's, uh, take her out hunting tomorrow...
Homer: [mumbling] Moe... Moe... Moe... Marge: Bart, are you going to mow the lawn today?
Bart: Okay, but you promised me mo' money. Marge...
Ned: [on a TV] Now, in case all that smiling didn't cheer you up, there's one thing that never fail
a nice glass of warm milk, a little nap -- and a total frontal lobotomy....
Homer: [yawns] Oh, it's great to be indoors with my family.
Lisa: I'm really glad you're back, Dad. I knew you could do it....
a ghostly Moe materializes behind the bar] Moe: So, what'll it be, Homer?
Homer: Moe...gimme a beer! Moe: No. Not unless you kill your family....
Homer: ... Your turn. Lisa: Hmm, truth. Homer: Uh, do you have a crush on anyone?
Lisa: Dad! Homer: I , oh, I won't tell anybody. Lisa...
Lisa: This is terrible! People will start to avoid Springfield.
Homer: But what can I do? I'm just...[counts "One" on fingers] one man....
Moe: Hello. Homer: Moe, what are you doing here? Moe
What? What, a bartender can't come by and say hi to his best customer?...