Treehouse of Horror XV Bart: Am I the only one here who’s in horrible pain? Homer: You’re the only one who won’t shut up about it! Flanders: Concussion diddly… hemorrhage doodly… injury bodily… Flanders: What the Family Circus! A second premonition came to fruition. Lord, why have you given me these unholy visions of doom? […]
Treehouse of Horror VII Marge: You went into the attic? I’m very disappointed and terrified. Dr. Hibbert: You don’t forget a thing like Siamese twins! Lisa: I believe they prefer to be called “conjoined twins.” Dr. Hibbert: And hillbillies prefer “sons of the soil.” But it ain’t gonna happen. Lisa: My god, I’ve created life! […]
Homer’s Barbershop Quartet I will never win an Emmy Homer: Junk … junk… the airplane’s upside down. Stradi-who-vius? Marge: Your teenage son or daughter will think this wishbone necklace is really cool. Man: I doubt my son or daughter is that stupid. Skinner: We need a name that’s witty at first. But that seems less […]
Season 1 Homer: Is that a good siren? Am I approved? Cowboy Bob (A. Brooks): You ever known a siren to be good? No, Mr. Simpson, it’s not. It’s a bad siren. That’s the computer in case I went blind telling me, “Sell the vehicle to this fellah and you’re out of business.” Cowboy Bob: […]
Simpsons Roasting on an Open Fire Bart: There’s only one fat guy that brings us presents and his name ain’t Santa. Homer: Oo, look! Pantyhose. Practical and alluring. Homer reciting reindeer names: Dasher… Dancer… Prancer… Nixon… Comet and Cupid… Donna Dixon? Teacher: Sit down, Simpson. Homer: What do you think, kids? Beauty isn’t it? Selma: […]