Ralph: Yay! I'm a feature columnist! [he pretends to be a fire truck making sirens and then starts running around in circles]
Kearney: Burns is alive? Then whose skull have I been drinking beer out of?
Bart: What's the big deal about a rock that looks like a dude? I've got a dad that looks like a monkey!
[Homer is humped over, scratching his crotch and eating a banana]
Homer: Bart! You promised you'd stop making that comparison! [Then he strangles Bart] Per... our... agreement.
Marge: [as Homer types on a typewriter] Look at you go! Typety-type-type-type!
Homer: [he takes the paper out, balls it up and throws it away] Marge, I'm pulling an all-nighter for my little girl! [grabs another piece of paper, puts it in the typewriter, and starts typing again] Put on a pot of coffee, drink it, and start making burgers!
Marge: Oh! Some anniversary this is.
Lisa: Burns owns everything! I got to speak out before it's too late! (she reads a magazine cover with a Mr. Burns photo with "It's to late" written) D'oh!
Mr. Burns: [After failing to crush an ant] Take my wallet and leave me alone!