Look Marge, you don’t know what it’s like - I’m the one out there every day putting his ass on the line. And I’m not out of order! You’re out of order! The whole freaking system is out of order! You want the truth? You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth! ’Cause when you reach over and put your hand into a pile of goo that was your best friend’s face, you’ll know what to do!! Forget it Marge, it’s Chinatown!!!— Homer
Homer: Two hundred and thirty nine pounds! I'm a whale! Why was I cursed with this weakness for snack treats?
Homer: Hey, what is this! The Spanish Exposition?
Bart: Will you swear not to let another living soul get a copy of this photo?
Milhouse: Okay.
Bart: Cross you heart and hope to die? ... Stick a needle in your eye? ... Jab a dagger in your thigh? ... Eat a horse manure pie?
Apu: You look familiar, sir. Are you on the television or something?
Homer: Sorry buddy, you've got me confused with Fred Flintstone.
Homer: But where will I sleep?
Marge: My suggestion is you sleep in the filth you created!
Homer: Would a motel be okay?
Barney: If you get hungry in the middle of the night, there's a open beer in the fridge.
Homer: Look Barney, see the row of tiny lights up there? The middle one is my house. Someone must have left the porch light on.
Barney: Hey, that's rough pal. (picks up the phone) Hello, Marge? You left your damn porch light on! Homer isn't made of money you know!
Mr. Burns: Our research indicates that over fifty percent of our power is used by women.
Marge: Homer, you don't even know why you're apologizing.
Homer: Yes, I do. Because I'm hungry, my clothes are smelly, and I'm tired.
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