(Marge's sculptures of Lenny and Carl are stuck together)
Lenny: I can't tell where Carl ends and I begin!
Carl: See, it’s statements like that that make people think we're gay.
Marge: Homie, this sculpting has made me feel so fulfilled! I'm as hopeful and full of life as I was in the years before I met you!
Krusty: Hey, I do more than TV! I had a one-man show on Broadway. That's who showed up, one man. (laughs) Long story short, I won a Drama Desk Award.
(Homer has managed to ruin all of Marge's handmade sculptures. Marge has finally had it and let's Homer know it.)
Homer: Well, excuse me for having enormous flaws that I don't work on!
(Homer reassures Marge that he will make it home in time for her art show.)
Homer: I would never let you down. Our marriage is like soft-serve ice cream. And trust is the hard chocolate shell that keeps it from melting onto our carpet. In "cone-clusion," here's the scoop: I love you.
Homer: MARGE! Where are you? Did you change your name? Is it Kelly? KELLY!
Homer: Honey, I brought you more sticks. (Homer drops a sack of popsicle-sticks on the bedroom floor). This is the most fun I've ever had giving you wood.
Ralph: (squishing an ice cream to his forehead) I'm a unitard!
Martin (on a very hot day): I feel like Icarus, flying too close to Apollo's golden orb.