Bart: Time is get my mischief on. (Bart holds a key belonging to U.S. Mail.) Let's starts with a little federal crime.
(Bart opens a mail box.)
Random Guy: Oh man, thank god. I can get back that angry letter I wrote to my boss.
Random Woman: I really didn't want that subscription to The Atlantic.
Professor Frink: Yes, and this patent application for a robot dog could use a bit more tinkering. With the biting and chewing on my tuchus. (Robot Dog shoots lasters.) Oh, the laster eyes! Why did I give them to him?
Bart: (on a window washing platform) The last place anyone would expect to see a moon - the sky. (drops his shorts to the windows as the platform rises)
Homer: When we see each other again, you'll be an old man and I'll be a baby!
Homer: First the good news: two of your kids are not locked in the car.
Homer: Cake, will you make my stomach the happiest bag of acid in the world?
Lisa: [gasps] Otto? Are you the one that left the message on the blackboard?
Otto: Yeah. It was me. I was the bus driver, when those sweet young angles were swallowed up by the river. [sobs, unbuckles the belt to his coat, and walks towards the river] Now I'm gonna join them.
Lisa: OTTO! They're just mannequins!
Otto: Then...I'm not responsible for a horrible tragedy! And I didn't do anything wrong by fleeing the scene, and not reporting it, and killing that hobo with the big mouth! [the Simpsons look at him strangely] I might've imagined that last part.