Homer: Sometimes, you gotta go where everybody knows your name.
[walks into Moe's] Hey guys!
[No one answers; the fan squeaks]
Moe, get the darts. I want to play.
Moe: No. We're phasing out the games; people drink less when they're
having fun.
-- Cause and effect, "Marge on the Lam"
[walks into Moe's] Hey guys!
[No one answers; the fan squeaks]
Moe, get the darts. I want to play.
Moe: No. We're phasing out the games; people drink less when they're
having fun.
-- Cause and effect, "Marge on the Lam"
Related:
- Homer: [mumbling] Moe... Moe... Moe...
Marge: Bart,
are you going to mow the lawn today? Bart: Okay, but... - Marge: [checks her watch] One more hour.
Homer: An hour?
I can't wait another hour. What's keeping that stupid... - Homer: All right, Marge, I'll get you your nanny. And to pay for it,
I'll give up the Civil War re-creation society I love... - Moe: Yeah, Moe's Tavern, Moe speaking.
Bart: Is Jock there?
Moe: Who? Bart: Jock, last name Strap. Moe: Uh... - Moe: Oh, everybody is going to family restaurants these days,
tsk. Seems nobody wants to hang out in a dank... - Moe: Hello, Moe's Tavern. Birthplace of the Rob Roy.
Bart: Is Seymour there? Last name Butz. Moe: Just... - Homer: Boy, when Marge first told me she was going to the police
academy,
I thought it'd be fun and exciting, you know, like... - Moe: Go on, take it all. Get it all out of here.
Barney:
You know, Moe, you might want to keep the fire extinguishers... - Moe: [answers the phone] Moe's Tavern, where the elite meet to drink.
Bart: Uh, hello. Is Mike there? Last name, Rotch...
From the same category:
- Cletus: [waving] Hey slow down! I wants to talk to you!
[Homer stops the car] Cletus: Give us three hundred... - Marge: Come on, Homer. Open the door for your mystery date.
Homer: [does so] Ooh, the captain of the football team... - Swim, play tennis, or just sit and stare at the walls.
Advertisement for Rancho Relaxo, "Homer... - Chalmers: Skinner!!
Skinner: [gasps] Uh, Superintendant Chalmers!
[nervously pants] What's wrong? Chalmers... - Flanders: Heidely-ho, neighborinos!
Homer: Can't talk.
Robbed. Go hell. Flanders: Heh. You folks got robbed...
