tinky wrote:
Homer
If something goes wrong, blame the guy who can't speak English.
To Start Press Any Key'. Where's the ANY key?
I want to set the record straight: I thought the cop was a prostitute
i don't remember the exact quote but...
Ralph Wiggum: He doesn't let me go into the deep end of the sandbox...that's where leprachaun lives, he tells me to
burn things.
Reverend Lovejoy: Homer, I'd like you to remember Matthew 7:26. "The foolish man who built his house upon the sand."
Homer: [pointing a finger] And you remember
[thinks]
Homer: Matthew... 21:17.
Reverend Lovejoy: [confused] "And he left them and went out of the city, into Bethany, and he lodged there?"
Homer: Yeah. Think about it.

you'd probably have to see the episode to get it...
so someone has probably quoted and corrected that Ralph line but anywho...
Ralph: That's my sandbox. I'm not aloud in the deep end. [Pointing at rock near sandbox] That's where I met the leprechaun... he tells me to burn things.
there are too many to choose one so here's my short list
Flanders: [In shock] Not baptized!?! [Emits efeminate gasp and faints] [Waking in respone to whatever Maude waved under his nose] Nope! That ain't gonna do it. [faints again]
Smithers:[irritated] Can a man not walk down the street without being offered a job?
Homer: [Leering at babysitter's bottom] precious Venus. [Drools and consumes gummy.Yelling after babysitter with mouth still half full of gummy Venus De Milo] Thank you.
Computerized image and voice of Mr. Burns: Hello Smithers. [In stacatto speech pattern] You're quite good at turning me on
Smithers:[Looking at Lisa bashfully] You should probably ignore that.
Bart: Heel-toe, heel-toe, heel-toe
Lisa: Do you really believe I could win this?
Bart: Hey I'm starting to believe I could win it myself.
Bart and Milhouse: [jumping on Marge and Homer's bed in high heels and Marge's dresses singing] Sisters are doing it for themselves
Homer: Good news everybody, I had a fight with the garbagemen and they're cutting off our service.
Lisa: [unimpressed] Dad is this one of those things that can be solved with a simple apology?
Lisa:[Sees bart praiying through a crack in his door] Prayer... the last refuge of the damned.
Homer:[Making drooling noisess]
Lisa: Now what's the equivalent for [mimics Homer, eyes widen as she experiences an "Aha!" moment. Reading aloud as she types] Bon Apetit.
Bart: [staggering drunkenly] What're you looking at? [hiccups]
Homer: [Surprised] Hmm... he came to life. Good for him.