The Simpsons

Oh my god! Simpson's manager has flown into the ring and is airlifting him out!
Ladies and gentlemen, whatever dignity remained in boxing is literally flying out the window....
Homer: [slurred] Are you an angel? Moe: Yes, Homer.
I'm an angel. All us angels wear farah slacks. Home...
Tatum: Homer, your manager obviously loves you very much.
Lucius, would you do that for me? Lucius: Absolutely, I would....
Lucius: You couldn't even give me one lousy round, Moe.
You will always be a loser. Now take your check for a hundred thousand dollars and get out of my sight....
Marge: Oh, Homie! Are you okay? Homer: [in pain and sorrow] I can't remember where we parked.
Marge: That's all right. We'll just wait till everyone else leaves....
Marge, can't we get some clear plates? I can't see the TV!
-- Practical Homer, "A Milhouse Divided...
Bart: If you really wanted us to be neater, you'd serve us out of one long bowl.
Marge: You're talking about a _trough_. We're not going to eat from a trough....
Marge: I'm going into the dining room to have a conversation.
Anyone who wants to join me is welcome. [she walks off] Marge...
Marge: Homer, is this the way you pictured married life?
Homer: Yeah, pretty much. Except we drove around in a van solving mysteries....
Marge: Homer, I want to throw a dinner party. Home
[whining] Oh, I hate having parties. The toilet always gets backed up....

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