|A Streetcar Named Marge||
- Marge: I haven't been in a play since high school, and I thought it would be a good chance to meet some other adults.
- Homer: Sounds interesting.
- Marge: You know, I spend all day alone with Maggie, and sometimes it's like I don't even exist.
- Homer: Sounds interesting.
- Llewellyn Sinclair: Hello! I am Llewellyn Sinclair. I've directed three plays in my career and I've had three heart attacks. That's how much I care, I'm planning for a fourth.
- Llewellyn Sinclair: All right, all of you who auditioned for the role of Stanley, take off your shirts. Take them off!
- (Several men remove their shirts, among them Ned Flanders, Jasper and Otto)
- Llewellyn Sinclair: Forget it. No way. Try joining a gym. ACK! What is that?
- (Otto's chest reveals a gruesome skull tattoo)
- Otto: Pretty gnarly man, huh?
- Ms. Sinclair: Mrs. Simpson, do you know what a baby is saying when she reaches for her bottle?
- Ms. Sinclair: She's saying "I am a leech".
- Marge: Maybe I should've a nice calligraphy class.
- Chief Wiggum: Oh, forget about it. That Mr. Takahashi's a lunatic!
- Lisa: Wow! My mother the actress. I feel like Lucie Arnaz-Luckinbill.
- Bart: Are there any jive-Talking Robots in this play?
- Marge: Um, I don't think so.
- Homer: Bart, don't ask stupid questions...Is there any frontal nudity?
- Marge: No, Homer!
- Lionel Hutz: Lionel Hutz, Attorney at Law. I'm filing a class-action suit against the director on behalf of everyone who was cut from the play. I also play Mitch!
- Ms. Sinclair: Mrs. Simpson, I don't like to toot my own horn, but we're the only day-care in town that is not currently under investigation by the state.
- Llewellyn Sinclair: [to Homer on the phone] Stop bothering my Blanche!
- Marge: I just don't see why Blanche should shove a broken bottle in Stanley's face. Couldn't she just take his abuse with gentle good humor?
- Marge: (in a southern accent) The play's tomorrow night. I've got to stay in charactah.
- Lisa: (in a southern accent) Hey Mom, would it help if I talked lack this tew?
- Marge: (in a southern accent) It maght.
- Bart: (in a cockney accent) En I'll talk like 'is. Bob's ya uncle mate.
- Marge: (in a southern accent) That really doesn't help, Baaht.
- Bart: (in a cockney accent) Can I slog off school tomorra. Gotta pain in me gulliva!
- Homer: I'm livin' in a cuckoo clock!
- Homer: What about dessert?
- Marge: For God's sakes, you can pull the lid off your own can of pudding!
- Homer: Fine! I will!
- Marge: I'm sure you won't enjoy it. There's nothing about bowling in the play. Oh wait, there is.
- Homer: Probably not much of it.
- Homer: I can't fake an interest in this, and I'm an expert at faking an interest in your kooky projects.
- Marge: What kooky projects?
- Homer: You know, the painting class, the first aid course, the whole Lamaze thing.
- Homer: It really got to me how that lady, uh... You know which one I mean. You played her.
- Marge: Blanche!
- Homer: Yeah.