Bart: Any Luck, Dad? Homer: No, But The Rabbi Gave Me This.
Bart: Any luck, Dad?
Homer: No, but the rabbi gave me this. [spins a dreidel]
Bart: What is that?
Homer: Son, it's called a droodel.
-- Droodel, droodel, droodel, I made you out of clay,
"Homer's Triple Bypass"
Oh, no. What if they botch it? I won't have a dad-- for awhile.
-- Bart realizes Homer needs a coronary bypass, "Homer's Triple Bypa...
Homer: Kids, I wanna give you some words to remember me by, if something happens.
Let's see...er...Oh, I'm no good at this. Lisa: [whispers into Homer's ear] Home...
Lisa: All right, Dad! Bart: You rule intensive care! -- "Homer's Triple Bypa
Marge: Homer, I've made a special surprise just for you!
Homer: It can only be one thing. [imagines a roast pig suggesting Homer eat his rump] Marge...
Bart: What's wrong, Dad? Homer: [strained] You know that feeling you get when a thousand knives of fire are stabbing you in the heart?
I'm having that right now...[normal] Ooh, bacon!...
Bart: Please, Dad. Homer: No. Bart: Please, Dad. Home
No. Bart: Please, Dad. Homer: No. Bart: Please, Dad....
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?...
Bart: Hey, Dad. What's the word with Planet Crackpot?
Homer: Oh, I suppose _you're_ going to mock me, too!...
Bart: Nothing you say can upset us. We're the MTV generation.
Lisa: We feel neither highs or lows. Homer: Really?...