Mayor Quimby: Henceforth, this date shall forever be known as Flaming Moe's Day!
Advisor: Uh, sir, this is already Veterans' Day.
Mayor Quimby: It can be two things!
Bart: The inventor I admire is not a rich man or a famous man or even a smart man. He's my father, Homer Simpson, creator of The Flaming Homer.
Moe: The Flaming Moe is not for sale. Do you know how much of my blood and sweat are in this drink? (everybody in the bar spits out their drink) Uh, figure of speech.
Janey: Now remember, Wanda, whatever shape the wax takes, that's what your husband's job will be.
Wanda: [disappointed] It's a mop. My husband will be a janitor.
Lisa: That looks like an Olympic torch to me. Your husband could be an Olympic athlete who will go on to have a great acting career!
Wanda: [lets another drop of wax fall] It's a dustpan.
Lisa: The wax never lies...
Homer: What is it, boy?
Bart: Mmph. Mmph. Mmph.
Homer: Is anything the matter, my son? Talk to me, young man.
Bart: [takes a pad and writes: "Say my name."]
Homer: Say your name? Why should I do that, my lad?
Bart: Because I'm jinxed, dammit!
[Homer punches him in the arm]
Bart: Ow! What was that for!?
Homer: You spoke while you were jinxed, so I get to punch you in the arm! Sorry, it's the law! Heh heh.
Homer: What's the matter, Moe?
Moe: Oh, business is slow. People today are healthier and drinking less. You know, if it wasn't for the junior high school next door, no one would even use the cigarette machine.
Homer: Could I get a beer?
Moe: Oh yeah, sure.... oh sorry, I forgot we're out of beer.
Moe: Oh I know, I got behind on my beer payment, the distributor cut me off, and I spent my last $10 grand on the love tester. (Homer sucks the taps) You're too late Homer, Barney sucked it dry. He cut his gums up pretty bad.
Homer: [about the "Flaming Homer"] I decided to mix the little bits that were left in every liquor bottle. In my haste, I had grabbed a bottle of the kids' cough syrup. [mixes them in the blender, pours a glass, gulps it down; waves his hand in front of his face] It passed the first test: I didn't go blind.
Moe: [after he drinks the "Flaming Homer"] Wow, Homer! It's like there's a party in my mouth and everybody's invited!
Homer: Moe, I haven't seen the place this crowded since the government cracked down on you for accepting food stamps.
[When Bart brings a "Flaming Moe" to school]
Bart: My father invented that drink, and if you'll allow me to demonstrate... [pulls out of brown paper bag, a blender and bottles of liquor]
Ms. Krabappel: Bart, are those liquor bottles?
Bart: I brought enough for everybody.
Ms. Krabappel: Take those to the teachers' lounge! You can have what's left at the end of the day.
Kent Brockman: [on TV] Next on Eye on Springfield, a toast to Moe: the Wizard of Walnut Street.
Moe: The Flaming Moe" dates back to my forefathers who were bartenders to the czar.
[When Homer and Marge visit Lionel Hutz]
Marge: So, Mr. Hutz, does my husband have a case?
Mr. Hutz: I'm sorry, Mrs. Simpson, but you can't copyright a drink.
Mr. Hutz: This all goes back to the Frank Wallbanger case of '78. How about that! I looked something up! These books behind me don't just make the office look good, they're filled with useful legal tidbits just like that!
Marge: Well, Homer, maybe you can get some consolation in the fact that something you created is making so many people happy.
Homer: [in a sarcastic tone] Oh, look at me! I'm making people happy! I'm the Magical Man from Happy-Land, in a gumdrop house on Lollipop Lane! [leaves the room, slamming the door; pokes his head back in] Oh, by the way, I was being sarcastic. [closes the door again]
Marge: Well, duh!
Homer: [to Moe] Where's that waitress of yours?
Moe: Oh, she left to pursue a movie career. Frankly, I think she was better off here.
Collette: What do you offer in the way of salary?
Moe: Minimum wage and tips. Of course, there are fringe benefits.
Collette: Such as?
Moe: An unforgettable weekend at Club Moe.
Collette: I'd prefer to take my vacation somewhere hot.
Moe: I like your moxie, kid! You're hired.
Collette: You won't regret this.
Moe: Methinks I shan't.
Bart: Uh, yes. I'm looking for a friend of mine. Last name Jass, first name Hugh.
Moe: Hold on, I'll check. (to crowd) Hugh Jass. Oh, somebody check the men's room for Hugh Jass.