Chalkboard: Cursive writing does not mean what I think it does

Couch: The living room is shown in black and white; the Simpsons come in, resembling pie-eyed, rubber-hosed smiling cartoon characters from the 1930s, and do a stiff dance.

Moe: Hey, uh, I got an idea. We can play a game to pass the time. Er, I'll make the sound of a barnyard animal, and, er, you all try to guess what it is. Ahem. (Makes some unidentifiable noise)
Chief Wiggum: It's a pig!
Bart: It's a cow, man.
Lisa: It's a pony.
Krusty the Clown: No, it's a goat. You know, one of them lady goats.
Selma: There are no lady goats! A lady goat is a sheep.
Dr. Hibbert: I believe she's right.
Otto: You're crazy.
Captain McCallister: Arr, what's it to you?
Otto: What's it to me?
(Everyone starts arguing)
Marge: Stop it! Stop it! Can't you see this barnyard noise guessing game is tearing us apart? Say, Moe, was it a duck?
(Everyone argues again)
Homer: Shut up! Shut up! Stop it! Stop it. I can't take this any more. I can't let that brave man out there die alone. I'm surprised and disgusted by all of you, especially his children. I'm going out there! (Pause) It was a baby ox.

Lisa: I can't believe that extra-thick layer of pollution that I've picketed against is what burned up the comet.
Bart: But what's really amazing, is that this is exactly what Dad said would happen.
Lisa: Yeah, Dad was right ...
Homer: I know, kids. I'm scared too!

Principal Skinner: I'm going to punish you for this, Bart. And it won't just be a simple caning this time. Because you have impeded science, you must now aid science. Yes... Starting tomorrow, you will assist me with my amateur astronomy, taking down coordinates, carrying equipment, and so forth. Four-thirty in the morning.
Bart: There's a four-thirty in the morning now?