Fat Tony: Did you have a nice flight, Johnny Tightlips?
Johnny Tightlips: I ain't sayin' nothin'.
Fat Tony: I understand. So how is your mother?
Johnny Tightlips: Whoa, hey, who says I have a mother?
[The mobsters are getting shot at]
Fat Tony: Johnny Tightlips, can you see the shooter?
Johnny Tightlips: I see a lot of things.
Fat Tony: You know, you could be a little more helpful.
Marge: I made you your favorite dinner. All three courses dessert.
Homer: Even dessert?
Marge: Dessert is three kinds of dessert.
Kid: Hey Officer Homer how'd you get so big and strong.
Homer: Green vegetables and homework.
Kid: Aw shucks!
Bart: Look at those looters, breaking things, setting fires. They're living my dream and you won't let me join them. Please can I throw one little…
Bart: What if I just burn down a…
Bart: Can I at least…
Homer: No! I've caused enough trouble already by plugging in that Santa Claus. No more irresponsible behavior.
Bart: Can I have a beer.
Homer: Alright, but not the imported.
Homer: You've got to set limits, Marge!
Homer: You know, I've had a lot of jobs: boxer, mascot, astronaut, imitation Krusty, baby proofer, trucker, hippie, plough driver, food critic, conceptual artist, grease salesman, carny, mayor, drifter, bodyguard for the mayor, country western manager, garbage commissioner, mountain climber, farmer, inventor, Smithers, Poochie, celebrity assistant, power plant worker, fortune cookie writer, beer baron, Kwik-E-Mart clerk, homophobe and missionary, but protecting Springfield, that gives me the best feeling of all.