Of course, it would be wrong to suggest this sort of mayhem began with rock-and-roll. After all, there were riots at the premiere of Mozart’s The Magic Flute. So, what’s the answer? Ban all music? In this reporters opinion, the answer, sadly, is ‘yes’.— Brockman
Smithers: On another topic, the preparations for your birthday have begun.
Mr. Burns: I won't get what I really want.
Smithers: No one does. (He imagines Burns appearing half-naked out of a cake and singing happy birthday to him.)
Marge: What are you doing?
Homer: I'm writing a delicious send-up of Mr. Burns for his birthday party. Is poo-poo one word or two?
Homer: Now, I'm not saying Mr. Burns is incontinent...
Bart: Incontinent! (laughs) Too rich!
Lisa: Does either of you know what incontinent means?
Homer: Lisa, don't spoil our fun.
Man: You've gotta start selling this for more than a dollar a bag. We lost four more men on this expedition.
Apu: If you can think of a better way to get ice, I'd like to hear it.
Bart: Hey Apu, this bag of ice has a head in it.
Apu: Ooh, a head bag! Those are choc-full of... heady goodness!
Bart: (pulls Bobo out of the bag of ice) Hey, it's a teddy bear. Gross, it's probably diseased or something. Here Maggie.
Homer: Maggie, I'm trying to watch TV. Put that moldy old bear down. (he gasps) Moldy? Old? I'm gonna get something to eat!
Homer: Who needs his money? We're getting by okay. (Grampa crashes a Ute through the Simpsons' wall.)
Grampa: Son, you gotta help me! I hit three people on the way over here, and I don't have any insurance! (pause) So, how's my Ute?
Homer: Mmm... sixty four slices of American cheese...
Homer: My life can't get any worse.
Smithers: Homer Simpson, report for "much worse" duties.
Barney the Dinosaur: Two plus two is four, two plus two is four, two plus two is four, two plus two is four...
Homer: (chuckling) I can see why this is so popular.
Nelson: My old man can't get a beer because his old man won't give a bear to another old man. Let's get him!
Jimbo: Wait! Why are we gettin' him?
Martin: Look, gentlemen. The first snapdragon of the season!
Nelson: Never mind. Let's just get him!
Mr. Burns: (on TV) Smithers, I'm home! (canned laughter)
Smithers: What, already? (more canned laughter)
Mr. Burns: Yes. (more canned laughter)
Lisa: Is it just me, or is TV getting worse?
Homer: Eh, it's about the same.
Mr. Burns: Smithers, I'm so happy. Something amazing has happened, I'm actually happy. Take a note! From now on, I'm only going to be good and kind to everyone.
Smithers: I'm sorry sir, I don't have a pencil.
Mr. Burns: Oh, don't worry, I'm sure I'll remember it.
Homer: Well, we didn't get any money, but Mr. Burns got what he wanted. Marge, I'm confused. Is this a happy ending or a sad ending?
Marge: It's an ending, that's enough.
Homer: Maggie, I'm trying to watch TV. Put that moldy old bear down! (realizing) Moldy? Old? I'm gonna get something to eat!