Marge: Homer, We're On A Tight Budget, Here. Promise Me You Won't Get Carried Away.
Marge: Homer, we're on a tight budget, here. Promise me you won't get
Homer: Yes, money. ... I mean, honey.
-- Homer catches lottery fever, "Dog of Death"
Homer: You'll never guess what happened, Marge. Are you ready?
I have a feeling that we may win... the lottery!...
on the phone] Bart, I need some lucky numbers, fast!
How old are you? ... [jots it down] Uh huh. And what's your birthday?...
Lisa: Dad? Homer: Yes, honey? Lisa: Um...Mom just baked a cake.
Homer: Ooh! [walks into kitchen] Huh? Marge: Homer, we need to have a serious talk....
Marge: Homer, those were very thoughtful presents, but you have to tell me where you got the money from.
Homer: All right, Marge, I'll tell you, but first you have to promise you will not get mad....
Homer: It's a second wedding, honey. Our first one was so crummy, I had to make it up to you.
I really love you. Marge: Oh, Homey. I know you love me....
Employee: I don't need your crummy job, Mr. Employer!
I've won the lottery! Employer: Well, who needs employees?...
Homer: Let me set the scene for you, Marge. Marge: All right.
Homer: It's a 7-10 split. Marge: Uh huh? Homer: The hardest shot in bowling....
Homer: Oh-ho. I guess you're cranky 'cause I didn't come home last night.
Marge: I'm "cranky" because my husband got drunk and humiliated me in front of the entire town....
Marge: [walking in] What's going on in here? Home
[in a dog's voice still] Absolutely nothing, Marge!...