The Cartridge Family/Quotes

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◄ Treehouse of Horror VIII

The Cartridge Family

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Groundskeeper Willie: Ach! Ye call this a soccer riot? C'mon, boys. Let's take 'em to school!

Scottish men: (chanting and preparing their fists and drain pipes for a fight) Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!

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Homer: It's a handgun! Isn't it great? This is the trigger, and this is the thing you point at whatever you want to die.

Marge: Homer, I don't want guns in my house! Don't you remember when Maggie shot Mr. Burns?.

Homer: I thought Smithers did it.

Lisa: That would have made a lot more sense.

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Homer: (walking out of store to his car) Lousy big shot, thinks he's so big 'cause he's got a lot of guns, if he didn't have any guns I'd show him a thing or two… (at home, pacing the hallway in front of Lisa's bedroom) …let's see him walk into my store and then we'll see who's worried about five-day waiting periods…

Lisa: Dad…it's 3 A.M! Can't you mutter in your room?

Homer: Marge kicked me out.

Lisa: (groans) All right. Go ahead.

Homer: Pushy kids think they can tell me what to do in my house, Why, I tell you these parents these days they don't know how to rear children...

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Homer: I'd like to buy your deadliest gun, please.

Gun Shop Owner: Aisle six, next to the sympathy cards.

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Moe: And that's how, with a few minor adjustments, you can turn a regular gun into five guns.

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Seymour: Hey now that's uncalled for!

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TV Announcer: You'll see all your favorite soccer stars. Like Ariaga! Ariaga II! Bariaga! Aruglia! And Pizzoza!

Homer: Oh, I never heard of those people.

TV Announcer: And they'll all be signing autographs!

Homer: Woo-hoo!

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Homer: A gun is not a weapon, Marge, it's a tool. Like a butcher's knife or a harpoon, or... or an alligator.

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Milhouse: [with an apple in his hand] Jinxed!

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Homer: [to Marge] Come to the NRA meeting with me and if you still don't think guns are great, we'll argue some more.

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Homer: But I have to have a gun. It's in the Constitution.

Lisa: Dad, the 2nd Amendment is just a remnant from revolutionary days. It has no meaning today.

Homer: You couldn't be more wrong Lisa. If I didn't have this gun, the King of England could just walk in here any time he wants and start shoving you around. Do you want that? (Pokes Lisa) Huh? (Shoves her) Do ya!?

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Homer: I'm sorry I lied to you Marge, but this gun had a hold on me. I felt this incredible surge of power, like God must feel when he's holding a gun.

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Announcer: This match will decide which nation is the greatest on Earth: Mexico or Portugal!

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(The Simpsons eat from everything but the dinner plates which Bart and Homer shot at earlier.)

Marge: Does anyone know where all my dinner plates went?

Bart: Um…

Homer: Um, you probably left them at work. On another topic, guess who was picked to host the next NRA meeting!

(Points gun to himself)

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!

Homer: Listen, if it'll make you feel any better, I'll put the safety on.

(Homer attempts to put the safety on, but accidentally fires the gun. We see the bullet just nick Marge's shoulder in a picture of her hanging on a bulletin board)

Homer: Oh…I guess the safety was on. (He tries again, but again accidentally fires it, this time hitting the same picture of Marge square in the chest)

Homer: …I'd better just put it down.

(He sets the gun on the table. While it rests there, the gun fires itself, and the bullet ricochets off a pot, hitting a knife sitting in a brick of cheese. The knife sails through the air, and stabs the same picture of Marge right between the eyes)

Lisa: No offense Mom, but that was pretty cool.

Marge: Homer, I think you'd agree that I've put up with a lot in this marriage...

(Homer opens his mouth to say something, then looks at Bart and Lisa who shake their heads "No", and then closes his mouth.)

Marge: but this is the first time since we've been married that I've actually feared for our lives. So I'm asking you, if you really care about me and the children... please, please get rid of the gun.

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Salesman: 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.

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Marge: I'm a lucky woman.

Homer: And I'm a wonderful man.

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Marge: Homer, we've got to get out of here!

Homer: Ooh, but I want to do some rioting. (pushes one of the Scotsmen)

Scotsman: (turns to face Homer, screaming) Jobbers cobknots, ya mucker!

Homer: All done! (runs off)

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Salesman: Looks like you called me just in time. This home isn't secure at all. (He begins to pocket a few items from around the house.)

Homer: (to Marge) What did I tell you, Marge?

Salesman: Intruders could come in down the chimney, through the mail slot, even hidden in your groceries.

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(Homer grabs for his gun, but the cashier holds onto it.)

Cashier: Sorry, the law requires a five-day waiting period. We've got to run a background check.

Homer: Five days? But I'm mad now!

(The cashier pulls the gun away from Homer.)

Homer: I'd kill you if I had my gun.

Cashier: Yeah, well, you don't.

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Cashier: According to your background check, you've been in a mental institution.

Homer: Yeah.

Cashier: Frequent problems with alcohol.

Homer: (chuckles) Yeah.

Cashier: You beat up President Bush.

Homer: Former president. (reads background check) "Potentially dangerous"?!

Cashier: Relax. That just limits you to three handguns or less.

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Homer: It seems to me if a gun can protect something as important as a bar, it's good enough to protect my family.

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Louie: You might have hurt someone.

Cletus: Are you some kinda moron?

Homer: Yeah, but...

Krusty: Hey, yutz! Guns aren't toys. They're for family protection, hunting dangerous or delicious animals, and keeping the king of England out of your face.

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(Marge pulls up at the Sleep-Easy Motel, watching as a few of the letters burn out of the sign, titling itself "Sleazy Motel". The family walks inside past a quartet of prostitutes.)

Prostitute: Lookin' for a good time, sailor?

Bart: I certainly am.

Marge: No you're not! (drags Bart inside the motel, then sticks her head out the door) He's really not.

(The prostitutes glare at her)

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Moe: Your membership card, please, Homer.

(Homer gives it to Moe and he tears it into pieces. Homer groans.)

Moe: I also need to remove your tattoo. (holds up a cheese grater)

Homer: (rolls up his sleeve and shows him that there's no tattoo) I didn't get one yet.

Moe: Rats.

Dr. Hibbert: Now since you're no longer a member, please go outside until the meeting is over. (chuckles)

(Homer leaves in his sad expression. Everyone is dancing inside while Homer is sitting on the porch.)