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Can't We Have One Meeting That Doesn't End With Us Digging Up A Corpse?
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Can't we have one meeting that doesn't end with us digging up a corpse?
-- Mayor "Diamond" Joe Quimby, "Lisa the Iconoclast"
Related:
Homer: Dig him up!!! Dig up that corpse! If you really love Jebediah Springfield, you'll haul his bones out of the ground to prove my daughter wrong!
Dig up his grave! Pull out his tongue! Quimby...
Singers: Without a Mayor Quimby, our town would really sink, [a garbage truck with a "Vote Quimby" ad empties a bin] We wouldn't have a tire yard, or a mid-size roller rink.
[Quimby grins next to burning tires, then roller skates] We wouldn't have our gallows, or our shiny Bigfoot trap, [Quimby grins through noose, then smiles next to trap] It's not the mayor's fault that the stadium collapsed....
Bob: Hello, children. [with malice] Hello, Bart. Ba
Eep. Bob: Young friends, my opponent, Joe Quimby, is confused about your school system....
Ever since I called for the rescue of that Simpson lad, I have taken a lot of heat.
So, I am flip-flopping! I say, let him stay down there!...
Bart: [to passers-by] Hey Four-eyes! Vote Quimby. Hey Beardo!
Vote Quimby. Lisa: This time he's the _lesser_ of two evils....
Barlow: You know, there are three things we're never going to get rid of here in Springfield
one, the bats in the public library -- [scene switch to man opening card catalog and screaming as bats fly out] -- two, Mrs....
Quimby: You are tampering with forces you cannot understand.
We have major corporations sponsoring this event....
This is the uh most exciting thing to happen to our uh fair town since the Dalai Lama visited in 1952.
And so, I hereby declare that Route 401, currently known as the Dalai Lama Expressway, will be henceforth be known as the Michael Jackson Expressway....
Er, uh, well... eh, in light of these new facts, of which I now realize I was largely aware, I must take action.
All in favor of demolishing our beloved burlesque house, raise your hands....