15586
Bart: "Take him away boys."
Wiggum: "Hey I'm the chief here. Bake him away toys."
Lou: "What'd you say chief?"
Wiggum: "Just do what the boy says."
Wiggum: "Hey I'm the chief here. Bake him away toys."
Lou: "What'd you say chief?"
Wiggum: "Just do what the boy says."
15585
Dr. Nick: "Hi everybody!"
15584
Lisa: "The only way to save Bart is to kill the head vampire' Mr. Burns."
Homer: *Gasp* "Kill my boss? Do I dare live out the american dream?"
Homer: *Gasp* "Kill my boss? Do I dare live out the american dream?"
15583
ha! ha!...your mom changed!...
-Nelson
-Nelson
15582
Kearny: Thanks for the tassles...my mom can wear these on her boobs at work!
15581
Bart: I'm riding a unicycle with my pants down....this should be every boy's dream!
15580
Homer: He knows just how I like my martinis...full of alcohol
15579
Skinner: Our budget is stretched tighter than Mother's sauna pants.
Mother: Seymore! Quit using me in analogies!
Skinner: Yes, Mother.
Mother: Seymore! Quit using me in analogies!
Skinner: Yes, Mother.
15578
Bart: Lisa is a nut, she has a rubber butt, everytime she turns around it goes put, put!
15577
Ralphie: I'm cuckoo for contraband!
15576
Homer: Well excuse me for having enormous flaws that I don't work on!
15575
Lenny: I don't know where Carl ends and I begin.
Carl: See, statements like that are why people think we're gay
Carl: See, statements like that are why people think we're gay
15574
Homer: Stay crunchy, men.....stay crunchy
15573
Homer: This is the most fun I've ever had giving you wood
15572
Marge: Second notice? Third notice! We break thumbs? Homer what are we going to do?
Homer: I don't know! I don't know!
Homer: I don't know! I don't know!
15571
Homer: And i'm one snickers pie away from losing my foot to diabetes...*drool* ahhh snickers pie...
15570
Ralphie: I've got two kinds of wet in my pants
15569
Ralphie: I've got two kinds of wet in my pants
15568
Bart: Can I cut you a deal? I'll give you Milhouse
Skinner: I don't want Milhouse
Milhouse: Sounds like my parents' custody hearing
Skinner: I don't want Milhouse
Milhouse: Sounds like my parents' custody hearing
15567
Homer: "Oh Lisa, you and your stories. Bart's a vampire. Beer kills brain cells. Now let's go back to that...building...thingy...where our bed and tv...is."

