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three-hundred hectares on a single tank of kerosene.
I love you Homie. Mmmmm. Heheheh, I don’t need her at all anymore.
Edna Krabappel: Ha! — RIP Marcia Wallace 1942-2013.
Smithers: Each two man team will work its way through the wilderness to a cabin hidden somewhere on this mountain. The routes are treacherous so use your maps.
Homer: (with hand raised) Uh, I lost my map.
Smithers: You haven’t been issued a map yet.
Don’t forget to check out the galley. That’s real shag carpeting. Arr!
It’s a good thing you drifted by this brothel!
What the hell happened to my dogs? I want answers.
Lisa: Wow, I never though Principal Skinner could become any more of a square, but there’s the proof.
Miss Hoover: Ralph, are you eating your paste?
Ralph: No Miss Hoover.