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Hello, my name is Mr. Burns, I believe you have a letter for me.
Ok, what's your first name Mr. Burns?
... I don't know.
Hello, my name is Mr. Burns, I believe you have a letter for me.
Ok, what's your first name Mr. Burns?
... I don't know.
Frank Grimes, or "Grimey", as he liked to be called....
Incidentally, the shows best ever episode.
This. Hank Scorpio is the greatest Simpson's guest character.I jave to respectfully disagree with you there. I'd have that episode 2nd only to:
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Well said, that is the best one.I jave to respectfully disagree with you there. I'd have that episode 2nd only to:
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Tom Landry's Hat said:Homer: I can't buy that. Only management guys with big salaries like me can afford that… guys like me! I'm a guy like me!
Hello Marge
Hi Homey!
Sign this please!
You're the boss!
Daddy! Ask the man for some candy!
No no, no candy for you!
Well at least get some candy for yourself!
Hehehe... kids.
"My Homer is not a communist. He may be a liar, a pig, an idiot, a communist, but he is NOT a porn star!"
Montgomery Burns: Why is that man wearing pink? Smithers, who is that?
Waylon Smithers: Homer Simpson, one of your boobs from sector 7-G.
Montgomery Burns: Simpson, eh? Judging from his attire, he must be some kind of free-thinking anarchist.
Waylon Smithers: I'll alert security.
Montgomery Burns: Excellent! These color monitors are already paying for themselves.
I jave to respectfully disagree with you there. I'd have that episode 2nd only to:
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Principal Skinner: Superintendent, I hope you're ready for mouth-watering hamburgers.
Superintendant Chalmers: I thought we were having steamed clams.
Principal Skinner: Oh, no, I said, "steamed hams." That's what I call hamburgers.
Superintendant Chalmers: You call hamburgers steamed hams.
Principal Skinner: Yes, it's a regional dialect.
Superintendant Chalmers: Uh-huh. What region?
Principal Skinner: Uh, upstate New York.
Superintendant Chalmers: Really. Well, I'm from Utica and I never heard anyone the phrase, "steamed hams."
Principal Skinner: Oh, not in Utica, no; it's an Albany expression.
Superintendant Chalmers: I see.
[Chalmers takes a bite of the "steamed ham"]
Superintendant Chalmers: You know, these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones they have at Krusty Burger.
Principal Skinner: Oh, no, patented Skinner Burgers. Old family recipe.
Superintendant Chalmers: For steamed hams.
Principal Skinner: Yes
Superintendant Chalmers: Yes, and you call them steamed hams despite the fact that they are obviously grilled.
Principal Skinner: Uh... you know... one thing I sh -... 'scuse me for one second.
[Superintendant Chalmers sees Principal Skinner's kitchen on fire]
Superintendant Chalmers: Good Lord, what is happening in there?
Principal Skinner: The Aurora Borealis?
Superintendant Chalmers: The Aurora Borealis? At this time of year? At this time of day? In this part of the country? Localized entirely within your kitchen?
Principal Skinner: Yes.
Superintendant Chalmers: May I see it?
Principal Skinner: No.
Homer: Lisa, you like homework. Would you fill out this form for me?
Lisa: Well, all right - if you listen to the poem I just wrote.
Homer: D'oh...! Uh, okay.
Lisa Simpson: "Meditations on Turning Eight," by Lisa Simpson.
"I had a cat named Snowball, she died, she died!
Mom said she was sleeping, she lied, she lied!
Why, oh why is my cat dead?
Couldn't that Chrysler hit me instead?
I had a hamster named Snuffy, he died!"
Homer: No deal.
Homer: You don't understand. My son just threw his red hat in with the white laundry!
Mr. Burns: Spare me the tiresome antics of the Simpson family! Take him away.
Smithers: You know, Mr Burns, his body cavity search revealed nothing, and we must have X-rayed him a hundred times. Maybe he's telling the truth.
Mr. Burns: Hmph...or perhaps you two are in cahoots! Smithers, I seem to recall you had a penchant for bell-bottom trousers back in '79.
Smithers: Sir, that was my costume from the plant prodution of H.M.S. Pinafore.
Mr. Burns: Oh, yes. Your spirited hornpipes stole the show, as I recall.
Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet, they're about to announce the lottery numbers.
Homer: Question two. Who was your last employer?
Shary Bobbins: Lord and Lady Huffington of Sussex.
Homer: Marge, do we know them?
Marge: No.
Homer: Come on! Isn't he the guy I bowl with? The black guy.
Marge: That's Carl.
Homer: Oh yeah. So! You worked for Carl, eh?
It’s not easy to juggle a pregnant wife and a troubled child, but somehow I managed to squeeze in eight hours of TV a day.