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Such tagline. Wow!
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I thought the generals were due
Marge: Have you noticed any change in Bart?
Homer: New glasses?
Marge: No...he looks like something might be disturbing him.
Homer: Probably misses his old glasses.
Marge: I guess we could get more involved in Bart's activities, but then I'd be afraid of smothering him.
Homer: Yeah, and then we'd get the chair.
Marge: That's not what I meant.
Homer: It was, Marge, admit it.
Principal Skinner: Congratulations, Simpson. You just fell for our sting and won yourself three months detention. There's no such thing as Scotchtoberfest.
Groundskeeper Willie: There's not? Ya used me, Skinner! Ya used me!
Jessica: Want to have dinner at my house tonight?
Bart: Really? Uh, sure.
Jessica: Great. We eat at 7:00.
Bart: There's only one thing to do at a moment like this: strut!
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The feck have you been?Just ask this scientician
Like, recently?The feck have you been?
The movie review thread has lacked your contrarianism.Like, recently?
Been too busy/lazy lately to watch films, I'm still following the thread but there's never any films I can comment on, just the latest Matt Damon.The movie review thread has lacked your contrarianism.
Homer: Oh yeah. A dog like this you have to feed every day.
Deliveryman #1: Yeah, hi. I got a special delivery for Homer Simpson.
Bart: That's me.
Deliveryman #1: (punches Bart in the face.) Don't write no more letters to Mr. Sinatra.
(The doorbell rings Bart answers it)
Squeaky-voiced Teen: I got a special delivery for Homer Simpson.
Bart: Uh that's me.
Squeaky-voiced Teen: (punches Bart in the face) Stop stealing golf balls from the driving range!
(The doorbell rings)
Deliveryman #2: (through the door) Homer Simpson! I've got a uh.. special delivery for you.
Bart: Go away.
Deliveryman #2: If you do not open the door, Mr. Simpson, I cannot give you your special delivery.
(Bart sees it's his animation cell that he ordered)
Deliveryman #2: Here's your special delivery.
Bart: Thanks...
Deliveryman #2: (punches Bart in the face) And that's for keeping me waiting.
Mr. Burns: I've decided to bring in a few ringers, professional baseballers. We'll give them token jobs at the plant and have them play on our softball team. Honus Wagner, Cap Anson, Mordecai "Three-Finger" Brown...
Smithers: Uh, sir?
Mr. Burns: What is it, Smithers?
Smithers: I'm afraid all of those players have retired and, uh... passed on. In fact, your right-fielder has been dead for a hundred and thirty years.
Bart Simpson: What'd you get that for?
Homer: For knocking Mr. Burns out of a third storey window.
Bart Simpson: Makes sense to me.
Lisa Simpson: Did he die?
Homer: What am I, a Doctor?
Some classic Simpsons signs:
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