Chalkboard: I am not licensed to do anything

Couch: The living room is a giant Whack-A-Mole game with The Simpsons as the moles. The clown music from season six's "Homer the Clown" plays as a large mallet tries to hit the family (and ends up hitting Homer).

Fat Tony: Greetings, Homer.
Homer: Hey! Fat Tony! You still with the mafia?
Fat Tony: Uh, uh, yes, I am. Thank you for asking. Now, Homer, as you no doubt recall, you were done a favor by our, uh, how shall I say...Mafia Crime Syndicate.
Homer: Oh yeah.
Fat Tony: Now the time has come for you to do us a favor.
Homer: You mean the mob only did me a favor to get something in return? Oh, Fat Tony! I will say good day to you, sir!
Fat Tony: Ok. I will go.
(Fat Tony leaves)
Fat Tony: (Realizing what just happened) Wait a minute!

Frank: Congratulations, and welcome to the dynamic world of mobile pretzel retailing.
Marge: When can I start? Where's my territory?
Frank: Your..territory...well, lemme tell ya. Wherever a young mother is ignorant of what to feed her baby, you'll be there. Wherever nacho penetration is less than total, you'll be there. Wherever a Bavarian is not quite full, you will be there.
Marge: Don't forget fat people. They can't stop eating!
(Homer walks by)
Homer: Hey, pretzels!

Royce: That's the miracle of the franchise. You get all the equipment and know-how you need, plus a familiar brand-name people trust. You'll be on a rocket-ride to the moon! And while you're there, would you pick up some of that nice, green moon money for me … Royce McCutcheon!
Homer: No deal, McCutcheon that moon money is mine!

(Lenny is first in line at Marge's pretzel stand.)
Lenny: Uh, lets see...I'll have one, uh--
Carl: Hey, hurry up. I wanna get my pretzel.
Lenny: One pretzel.
Marge: Thank you.
Carl: Lets see...Uh, I will have one of your, uh--
Mr. Burns: Come on, come on, while we're young.