Commercial Announcer: How often have you driven by a fire and thought, 'How can this benefit me?'
Homer: To hell with that paternity test and its 99.99997% accuracy!
Sideshow Mel: (after his tires are ripped) My tires have been severely damaged! The prophecy has been fulfilled! (pointing to sign that reads "Do Not Back Up - Severe Tire Damage")
Sign: Springfield Tire Fire; Now smelled in 46 states.
Quimby: People aren't taking the tollbooth! We need those seventy-five centses to de-python the town fountain! Get them through that tollbooth by any means necessary!
ChiefWiggum: Gotcha. No survivors. (gets out a shotgun and cocks it)
Quimby: No shooting.
ChiefWiggum: But it's already cocked.
Quimby: Okay. Shoot into the fireplace.
(Wiggum does so and laughs)
Marge: Let's go there before the next commercial tells me to do something else.
Homer: (Looking around Mason's study, which is decorated with various adventurer's items) So, I infer from all the knickknacks you're some sort of..fruitcake?
Homer: I'm sure my listeners will be pleased about that.
Mason Fairbanks: Listeners? Didn't you say you work for a newspaper?
Homer: Uh, no I didn't. I says I work for a radio station. WXI 940. Number one with our viewers.
Mason Fairbanks: Viewers? Wouldn't that be a TV show?
Homer: Uh, well, um, oh what the hey. I think you're my pappy!
Mason Fairbanks: Ga-whaaa?!
Moe: Sitting in a rocking chair, eating baby crackers, ticktock, ticktock, ticktock, banana, A-B-C-D-E-F-G, wash those June bugs off of me.
Marge: Lisa, I'm not sure that letter is age-appropriate reading. Why can't the government edit our mail like other countries?