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Bart: Good grief, this candy's terrible. Circus peanuts, raisins, nicotine gum, a library card. You got all the good stuff.
Lisa: And yet, I'm still not satisfied. (takes a bite out of Bart's candy)
Bart: You thieving hussy! (strangles Lisa)
Homer: (after getting impaled in the chest) Guh! Goh! Hmmmm.. Meh! You kids have got to learn the actions of consequences. (takes spear out of his chest and picks up a flaming log in fireplace with it) Eat fire, punk! (throws log)
Bart and Lisa: (scream and dodge flaming log)
Grampa: What the... (gets hit by log, causing it to set Grampa on fire) I'm still cold.
Reaper Madness Edit
Homer: Death! Death! We miss you so much! You were a busboy in the restaurant of life. Clearing away the oldies and the sickies and the chokies. And you made NASCAR racing exciting!
Marge: Homer, it's trash day! Would you just take him out of the curb?
God: Wait a minute! This isn't Marge! It's her fat sister, Selma!
Homer: It's Patty, CHUMP!
Lisa: Dad! You've become the new Grim Reaper!
Homer: No way, forget it. I might occasionally kill out of anger, or to illustrate a point. But I am not a Grim Reaper! (the robe sucks in his groin) Ow! Ow! I'll reap! I'll reap already!
(hanging from a noose)
Moe: If I knew this would take so long I'd put out a TV.
(Pizza boy comes in)
Pizza Boy: Pizza!
Moe: The money's on the counter… No tip.
Pizza Boy: Aw, you miserable bastard!
Moe: That's why I'm up here. (looks at his watch again)
(Lisa asking about Frink, Sr. when she first sees him.)
Lisa: Did a shark do that?
Frink, Jr.: Yes. He was testing out a new blood-based sun-tan lotion.
Frink, Sr: I may be a soul,but I’m hungry.Can you throw in a little mazzard? Maybe a nice pizza pitch?
Professor Frink Sr.: I'm getting me a real spleen and then I'm gonna vent it on you boy chick.
(to Seymour, after Frink Sr. ripped out his spine)
Agnes Skinner: Lost your spine huh? You just keep finding new ways to disappoint me.
Stop the World, I Want to Goof Off Edit
Adult Bart: Wait! When people see all the stuff we did, they're gonna kill us!
Adult Milhouse: Yeah… and I can't run too fast after 15 years of eating nothing but Gummi Worms. (swallows a bunch of Gummi Worms) I'm gonna quit tomorrow, I swear.
Bart: Do you realize what this means?
Milhouse: Yeah, but you say it first.
Nelson: Ha... (his clothes disappear) Huh?
Lisa: Why can't I tinker with the fabric of existence?
Homer: Let the baby have her bottle.