Get ready, skanks! It's time for the truth train! D'oh. Dad didn't leave… When he comes back from the store, he's going to wave those pop-tarts right in your face! Human contact: the final frontier.
But, Aquaman, you cannot marry a woman without gills. You're from two different worlds… Oh, I've wasted my life. Your guilty consciences may make you vote Democratic, but secretly you all yearn for a Republican president to lower taxes, brutalize criminals, and rule you like a king!
And here I am using my own lungs like a sucker. Slow down, Bart! My legs don't know how to be as long as yours. I stand by my racial slur. I'm going to the back seat of my car, with the woman I love, and I won't be back for ten minutes!
I hope I didn't brain my damage. I'm going to the back seat of my car, with the woman I love, and I won't be back for ten minutes! And now, in the spirit of the season: start shopping. And for every dollar of Krusty merchandise you buy, I will be nice to a sick kid. For legal purposes, sick kids may include hookers with a cold.
Mrs. Krabappel and Principal Skinner were in the closet making babies and I saw one of the babies and then the baby looked at me. I don't like being outdoors, Smithers. For one thing, there's too many fat children.
The Internet King? I wonder if he could provide faster nudity… Me fail English? That's unpossible. That's why I love elementary school, Edna. The children believe anything you tell them. Me fail English? That's unpossible.
