Abe: Honey! Are you sure you want to be Mrs. Montgomery Burns?
Wouldn't you rather be Mrs. Abraham J. Simpson?
Jackie: No!
Abe: [gulps] [Burns grins]
Jackie: I don't want to be either!
Abe: Hot ziggety zam! That's good enough for me!
[skips down the aisle with her, arm in arm, and onto the bus to
the retirement home]
[guitar music plays]
Abe: Turn off that racket!
Otto: Yeah, fat chance, Pops.
-- Otto, always the sympathetic one,
"Lady Bouvier's Lover"
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....