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Ned: May the best man win. Homer: "May the best man win.
The mating call of the loser! -- From one who should know, "Dead Putting Society...
Simpson, you're starting to annoy me. -- Ned Flanders, "Dead Putting Society
Homer: Keep your left arm straight, Bart! Rotate your shoulders!
Lisa+Bart: Daaaad! Homer: Look son, all I'm asking is that you try....
Heh heh heh. That crazy Marmaduke. -- Homer reads the morning paper, "Dead Putting Society
Lisa: Eighth hole. Bart: Aim for the octopus, third tentacle.
Lisa: Twelfth hole. Bart: Bank it off the pink tombstone....
Lisa: Oats are what a champion thoroughbred eats before he or she wins the Kentucky Derby.
Homer: Newsflash, Lisa, Bart is not a horse!...
Hello everybody, and welcome to the finale of what has already been a stirring afternoon of miniature golf.
The cream has risen. The wheat has bid farewell to the chaff. And now, we approach the ch...
Lisa: Bart, having never received any words of encouragement myself, I'm not sure how they're supposed to sound.
Here goes. I believe in you. Bart: Thanks, man. -- pre-game pep talk, "D...
Hey Flanders, it's no use praying. I already did the same thing, and we can't win.
-- Homer, "Dead Putting Society...
Homer: This time tomorrow, you'll be wearing high heels!
Ned: Nope, <you> will. Homer: 'Fraid not. Ned...

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