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Ralph Wiggum: Me fail English? That's unpossible. |
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Lionel Hutz: Now don't you worry, Mrs. Simpson, I... uh-oh. We've drawn Judge Snyder. Marge: Is that bad? Lionel Hutz: Well, he's had it in for me ever since I kinda ran over his dog. Marge: You did? Lionel Hutz: Well, replace the word "kinda" with the word "repeatedly," and the word "dog" with "son." |
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Homer: Maybe, just once, someone will call me 'Sir' without adding, 'You're making a scene.' |
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Hans Moleman: We Germans are not a warlike people. |
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Marge: Whatever happened to good old fashioned town pride? Lisa: It's been going downhill ever since the lake caught fire. |
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Abe: You see, back in those days, rich men would ride around in zeppelins, dropping coins on people, and one day I seen J.D. Rockefeller flying by. So I run out of the house with a big washtub and... hey! Where are you going? Anyway, about my washtub. I'd just used it that morning to wash my turkey, which in those days was known as a walking-bird. We'd always have walking-bird on Thanksgiving, with all the trimmings: cranberries, injun eyes, yams stuffed with gunpowder. Then we'd all watch football, which in those days was called baseball... |
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Homer: Here’s to alcohol: the cause of, and solution to, all of life’s problems. |
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Smithers: People see you as somewhat of an ogre. Burns: Why I ought to club them and eat their bones! |
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Mulder: Mr. Simpson, we want you to recreate your every move the night you saw the alien.
Homer: The evening began at the gentlemen's club, where we were discussing Wittgenstein over a game of backgammon. Scully: Mr. Simpson, it's a felony to lie to the FBI. Homer: We were sitting in Barney's car eating packets of mustard. Happy? |
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Troy McClure: Hi! I’m Troy McClure, you may remember me from such self-help videos as “Smoke Yourself Thin” and “Get Some Confidence, Stupid!” |
Jeffrey Dale Starr is a world traveler, oil painter, and owner of mobile software company Purple Falcon.
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