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• Larry: Hey, I'm looking for this guy. [shows an old picture of Burns] Anyone know who he is?
  Bart: Yeah, sure, we know him. That's Mr. Burns....
• Larry: Sheesh, Dad and I, we started out great. But now it's falling apart like a Chinese motorcycle.
  Homer: It's so unfair. You're everything a dad could hope for....
• Larry: [running] Hey, Casey Jones, where's this train headed?
  Conductor: Springfield. Larry: Yeah, yeah. What state?...
• Moe: Yeah, Moe's Tavern, Moe speaking. Bart: Is Jock there?
  Moe: Who? Bart: Jock, last name Strap. Moe: Uh, hold on....
• Ho, this guy's got more bread than a prison meat loaf.
  He's rich, I tell ya. I never seen a place with a walk-in mailbox....
• Moe: Hello, Moe's Tavern. Birthplace of the Rob Roy.
  Bart: Is Seymour there? Last name Butz. Moe: Just a sec....
• Barney: These fumes aren't as fun as beer. Sure, I'm all dizzy and nauseous, but where's the inflated sense of self-esteem?
  [a man at the end of the bar slumps to the floor] Moe...
• Lisa: My name is Lisa Simpson and I made a chart of all the suspects in the Burns case.
  Look! [holds up a card] Mr. Burns hurt all these people financially....
• Burns: Stricken, I lurched forth in search of aid, but finding only slack-jawed gawkers, I gave up and collapsed on the sundial.
  Lisa: Then, with your last ounce of strength, you pointed to W and S....