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Stan Lee never left. I'm afraid his mind is no longer in mint condition. Get ready, skanks! It's time for the truth train! I hope this has taught you kids a lesson: kids never learn. What's the point of going out? We're just going to wind up back here anyway.
Jesus must be spinning in his grave! Stan Lee never left. I'm afraid his mind is no longer in mint condition. When I held that gun in my hand, I felt a surge of power…like God must feel when he's holding a gun.
Books are useless! I only ever read one book, "To Kill A Mockingbird," and it gave me absolutely no insight on how to kill mockingbirds! Sure it taught me not to judge a man by the color of his skin…but what good does *that* do me? Inflammable means flammable? What a country.
I was saying "Boo-urns." Save me, Jeebus. Thank you, steal again. Stan Lee never left. I'm afraid his mind is no longer in mint condition. I like my beer cold, my TV loud and my homosexuals flaming.
Me fail English? That's unpossible. Oh, loneliness and cheeseburgers are a dangerous mix. D'oh. "Thank the Lord"? That sounded like a prayer. A prayer in a public school. God has no place within these walls, just like facts don't have a place within an organized religion.
Duffman can't breathe! OH NO! "Thank the Lord"? That sounded like a prayer. A prayer in a public school. God has no place within these walls, just like facts don't have a place within an organized religion.
I didn't think it was physically possible, but this both sucks *and* blows. Can't you people take the law into your own hands? I mean, we can't be policing the entire city! You don't like your job, you don't strike. You go in every day and do it really half-assed. That's the American way.
They only come out in the night. Or in this case, the day. Oh, loneliness and cheeseburgers are a dangerous mix. Bart, with $10,000 we'd be millionaires! We could buy all kinds of useful things like…love!
A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds…it makes ice. Get ready, skanks! It's time for the truth train! I didn't get rich by signing checks. Thank you, steal again. Fire can be our friend; whether it's toasting marshmallows or raining down on Charlie.
Marge, just about everything's a sin. Y'ever sat down and read this thing? Technically we're not supposed to go to the bathroom. You don't like your job, you don't strike. You go in every day and do it really half-assed. That's the American way.
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! I'm allergic to bee stings. They cause me to, uh, die.
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. I stand by my racial slur.
Hi. I'm Troy McClure. You may remember me from such self-help tapes as "Smoke Yourself Thin" and "Get Some Confidence, Stupid!" Donuts. Is there anything they can't do? I'll be back. You can't keep the Democrats out of the White House forever, and when they get in, I'm back on the streets, with all my criminal buddies.
And here I am using my own lungs like a sucker. Dear Mr. President, There are too many states nowadays. Please, eliminate three. P.S. I am not a crackpot. Ahoy hoy? Kids, we need to talk for a moment about Krusty Brand Chew Goo Gum Like Substance. We all knew it contained spider eggs, but the hantavirus? That came out of left field. So if you're experiencing numbness and/or comas, send five dollars to antidote, PO box…
Human contact: the final frontier. The Internet King? I wonder if he could provide faster nudity… Here's to alcohol, the cause of — and solution to — all life's problems. Donuts. Is there anything they can't do?
