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Marge, you can’t go out on Saturday! That’s our special night. – What’s so special about it? – What’s so?! Oh, I don’t know; a little show called ‘Dr. Quinn: Medicine Woman’?
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We are hardly nerds. Would a nerd wear such an irreverent sweatshirt?
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Marge, there’s an empty spot I’ve always had inside me. I tried to fill it with family, religion, community service, but those were dead ends! I think this chair is the answer. Now excuse me, while I kiss the sky…
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Let me off let me off let me off let me off let me off let me off let me off.
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I can actually feel the good vibrations… Ouuuchh.
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It’s pure. Pull the plug boys!
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But, Marge, Alan Thicke is throwing knives at Ricardo Montalbán. – Ow. – Sorry, Ricardo.
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Yes…that’s a real pickle. Would you excuse me for a moment.
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Tell you what, just go down to the DMV tomorrow and try to pass that eye test. I’m going to tear up this ticket but I’m uhh.. still going to have to ask you for a bribe.
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I know those words, but that sign makes no sense.
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Matt Groening: I’m happy to give anyone my autograph, anytime, anywhere. On the street, in a store, or on my private property. But why be happy with just an autograph? What about an original sketch or a snippet of my hair? And don’t forget to pull my beard. They say it’s good luck.
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These drugs will make the operation seem like a beautiful dream… Hiiiiii Everybodyyy.
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Merry christmas and a happy new year.
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If I wanted smoke blown up my ass, I’d be at home with a pack of cigarettes and a short length of hose.
