Homer: What'd you kids get?
Bart: I bought this cool pencil holder.
Homer: Heh heh, far out man. I haven't seen a bong in years.
-- But it _could_ hold pencils,
"Homer's Barbershop Quartet"
Bart: I bought this cool pencil holder.
Homer: Heh heh, far out man. I haven't seen a bong in years.
-- But it _could_ hold pencils,
"Homer's Barbershop Quartet"
Related:
- Bart: Dad, I want to be a daredevil.
Homer: Heh heh heh.
Kids say such stupid things. -- "Bart the... - Ned: If you need anything just give a whistle.
Homer:
I could use a TV tray. Ned: Well, gee... Homer: What... - Homer: We'd like to dedicate this next number to a very special woman.
She's a hundred years old, and she weighs over two... - Marge: Your teenage son or daughter will think this wishbone necklace is
really cool!
Man: I doubt my son or daughter is that stupid. ... - Bart: Oh boy! Free trading cards!
Milhouse: Wow! Joseph of Arimathea!
Twenty six conversions in A.D. 46. Nelson: Whoa, a... - Bart: Oh boy! Free trading cards!
Milhouse: Wow! Joseph of Arimathea!
Twenty six conversions in A.D. 46. Nelson: Whoa,... - Bart: Man, that's some story!
Lisa: But there are still a few things I don't get.
Like, how come we never heard about this until... - Homer: Heh heh heh, I did it! Second in line, and all I had to do was
miss eight days of work.
Man: With the money you would have made working, you... - Marge: Homer, you're going to be famous!
Homer: Yeah,
but I'm not gonna let it change our lives. I'll be...
From the same category:
- Kent: [on TV] Tonight, we'll visit Springfield's answer to the
Benidictine monks:
the Rappin' Rabbis. Rabbi: Don't eat pork, not even... - Lisa: You know, in Albania, the unit of currency is called the lek.
Homer: Heh heh heh. The lek! Lisa: And the national... - Abe: Ah, I guess Burns is finally gonna be rich.
Bart:
Not without the keys, he isn't! [shows Abe the two... - Later, grizzly dudes.
-- Bart bids farewell to a pack of bears,
"Call of the... - Lisa: Look, Bart. It almost killed me, but I handcrafted all 75
characters from Oliver Twist.
And now, the coup de grace: a bitter snowstorm...
