Lenny: You could interview me. I collect Absolut-ads.
Lisa: How many others do you have?
Lenny: There are others?
Grampa: You'll never take me alive Grim Reaper!
Marge: I wonder if the dog thought about us while we were gone.
Homer: This vibrating massage-chair feels great.
Moe: That ain't a massage-char. It's just full of cockroaches.
Moe: That's a terrific title. It jumps out at you like a rat in your underwear drawer. [...]
Carl: Wow, just think, earlier tonight a newly published poet cleaned up my barf.
Marge: Homer, don't drink and drive!
Homer: Ouch, fine. I'll drive between sips.
Homer: I love these covered bridges. It's like driving through cute little houses.
Man on the hood: It was my house you moron!