Inspired by the most logical race in the galaxy, The Vulcans, breeding will be permitted once every seven years. For many of you, this will mean much less breeding. For me, much much more.— CBG
Inspired by the most logical race in the galaxy, The Vulcans, breeding will be permitted once every seven years. For many of you, this will mean much less breeding. For me, much much more.— CBG
Kent Brockman: ...So, for the next several years, it's every man for himself. (Snake walks out of Flander's house with his TV)
Ned: Sir, I think you've got my TV! Sir!?
Security guy: But surely you can't put a price on your family's lives!
Homer: I wouldn't have thought so either, but here we are.
Homer: A gun is not a weapon, Marge, it's a tool. Like a butcher knife or a harpoon, or... or an alligator.
Homer: But Marge, I swear to you - I never thought you'd find out!
Homer: I hid it in a safe place, Marge - I mean, what are the odds the boy would look in the vegetable crisper?
Moe: It could have been a real ugly situation, but luckily I managed to shoot him in the spine.
Homer: If a gun can protect something as important as a bar, then it's good enough to protect my family.
Marge: I'm a lucky woman.
Homer: And I'm a wonderful man.
Moe: And that's how, with a few minor adjustments, you can turn a regular gun into five guns.
Cletus: Are you some kind of moron?
Homer: Yeah, but--
Homer: I felt an incredible surge of power, like God must feel when he's holding a gun.
Marge: Homer, I told you this morning, no guns at the dinner table!
Homer: You said the breakfast table.
Marge: It's the same table!
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