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• Well, now, hold onta yer horses, there, Frazier. I mean, as a psychiatrist, isn't it your job to, uh, `seek and uphold the truth'?
  "Oh, get real, Cliff." --- Chee...
• Homer: Uh...I'm out. Carl: No, no no, Homer, you have the Royal, um.
  ..Sampler. [three six ten jack king] Home...
• Woody: Hey, Mr. Peterson, Jack Frost nipping at your nose?
  Norm: Yep, now let's get Joe Beer nipping at my liver, huh?...
• Homer: [clears throat] Ruff, ruff! I'm Poochie, the rockin' dog!
  Myers: Now, that's just bad. You've got no attitude, you're barely outrageous, and I don't know what you're in, but it's not *my* face....
• Grampa: What's the matter, boy? Homer: Nothing. Grampa
  You haven't said poo all night and usually I have to wrestle the bucket [of `Shakespeare's Fried Chicken'] out of your greasy mitts....
• If I ever get real rich, I hoe I'm not real mean to poor people, like I am now.
  -- Deep Thoughts, by Jack Handey...
• Krusty: Aw, heck: now where am I gonna get a danish?
  Bart: Here's a danish, Krusty! Krusty: Gimme, gimme, gimme!...
• Burns: Well, we certainly got walloped tonight, eh, fellas?
  [laughs] Homer: Yeah, ha ha -- [gets kicked under the table] Well, Mr....
• Moe: Yeah, Moe's Tavern, Moe speaking. Bart: Is Jock there?
  Moe: Who? Bart: Jock, last name Strap. Moe: Uh, hold on....