Ralph: Slow down, Bart! My legs don't know how to be as long as yours.
Troy McClure: Welcome to the Springfield Knowledgeum. I'm Troy McClure! You may remember me from such automated information kiosks as "Welcome to Springfield Airport" and "Where's Nordstrom?" While you're enjoying our hall of wonders, your car will be unfortunately be subject to repeated (his voice fades out)
Homer: What'd he say? What about my car?
Security Guard: (after Bart and Ralph escape from the prison) Why do I always shout first? Just gives them a chance to run away. Well, I'm an idiot.
Lisa: What a whimsical building. Who says science can't be fun?
Bart: Me. I smell a museum.
Homer: Yeah, good things don't end with -eum, they end with -mania, or teria.
Ralph: (while giving Bart a tour of his backyard) This is my swing set. This is my sandbox! I'm not allowed to go in the deep end. That's where I saw the leprechaun.
Bart: Right a leprechaun.
Ralph: He told me to burn things.
Bart: Uh huh.
Homer: (excited) Then me and my friend were about to press it, but the man said not to press it, but we pressed it anyway! And we ran and we hid in this giant tire, we had… and my other friend was already there.
Marge: All right, all right, now, you're over stimulated. Let's get some beer in you and then it's right to bed.