Bart: Hey!
Homer: Don't worry: we'll catch him, or run him over trying!
Bart: Look! He's headed back to the greyhound racing track where we
found him.
Homer: Don't worry, as soon as they find out he doesn't have any money,
they'll throw him out. Believe me, I know.
-- A tight little ball of rage,
"Two Dozen & One Greyhounds"
Monty: [dropping a ring into a champagne glass] Now my dear, if you
look in your champagne, I think you'll find a little surprise --
[Jackie drinks it, swallows the ring, and chokes a little]
Heh, uh, not to worry, I believe there's another one around here
somewhere -- [reaches into boiling fondue, burns himself]
[kneeling] My darling, since my kneecaps are filling with fluid
as we speak....