: Mr. Simpson, this is the most blatant case of fraudulent advertising since my case against Lionel Hutz The Never-Ending Story!
: Barney, don't steal any beer while I'm gone.
Moe : What kind of pathetic drunk do you take me for? Barney [looks around the bar] Somebody spilled beer in this ashtray! [starts drinking beer out of the ashtray]
: Son, a woman is a lot like a... a refrigerator! They're about six feet tall, 300 pounds. They make ice, and… um… Oh, wait a minute! Actually, a woman is more like a beer. They smell good, they look good, you'd step over your own mother just to get one! But you can't stop at one, you wanna drink another woman.
Lionel Hutz: Homer, I don't use the word 'hero' very often, but you are the greatest hero in American history.
: I'll show them who's 'just a kid!'
Bart : Bart, bedtime! I laid out your jammy-jams!
: I actually had some doubts about moving to Springfield, especially after that Ruth Powers TIME cover story, 'America's Worst City.'
Marge: You could see our house in that photo!
Lawyer: Your Honor, I'd like to show the court just how much shrimp Mr. Simpson ate. Bring it in, boys!
Aide: Eighteen thousand letters, all addressed to Santa Claus.
Lawyer: You want the People of Springfield versus Kris Kringle. That's next door.
Homer: There was something else...something I was supposed to tiptoe around.
Ruth Powers: My divorce.
Homer: That's it! Woo-hoo! I'm glad one of us remembered. That could've been embarrassing.
Bart: Hey, sometimes a guy just likes his skin to look its yellowest.
Homer: Marge, we're going to that restaurant.
Marge: But I think I'm allergic to seafood. The last time I ate shrimp, my throat closed up, and I went into convulsions.
Homer: Mmm... shrimp...
[Bart and Lisa are trespassing in the Powers' basement]
Bart: This is where the Warfields hide their mutated son.
Lisa: Bart! The Winfields didn't have a son.
Bart: See that sock over there. It was his only friend.
[Bart picks up sock and talks with it on his hand]
Bart: Hello, Lisa. Here in the dark you won't need those eyes. Let me have them.
Lisa: Bart! That's not funny.
Bart:There are some who say the monster is still..
[Bart flips his eyelids]
[Lisa screams and runs in terror while Bart laughs'
] Unknown voice: [to Bart] Friend...friend...
[Laura grabs Bart by the shoulders]
[Bart yells and faints]
: Hey, kid, wake up.
Laura Powers Bart: Who are you?
Laura Powers: I'm Laura, your new neighbor. You all right?
[Bart is surprised not to see a monster, but an attractive teenage girl]
Bart's Brain: She's beautiful. Say something clever.
Bart: I fell on my bottom.
Bart's Brain: D'oh!
Bart: I no longer control the hand... The hand controls me!
Homer: [ shouting at Bart and Lisa] Shut up, you little monsters!
Homer: [ finding a babysitter, calmly] I was wondering if you'd like to babysit my little angels.
Woman: Sorry, this isn't Abby; this is her sister. I look after her now.
Abigail: [ rocking, but otherwise motionless in her rocking chair] No, Bart. Put it down, Bart. Bart, put it down.
Waiter: I'm sorry, ma'am, but everything on the menu has fish in it.
Marge: Mmm, what about the bread? Does that have much fish in it?
Homer: This is my quest. I'm like that guy. That Spanish guy. You know, he fought the windmill...
Marge: Don Quixote?
Homer: No, that's not it. What's-his-name, the Man of La Mancha.
Marge: Don Quixote.
Marge: I really think that was the character's name. Don Quixote.
Homer: Fine! I'll look it up! [ heads off and consults a reference]
Marge: Well, who was it?
Homer: Never mind.
Bart: [ about Jimbo Jones] How can you like that guy?
Laura: I dunno. Maybe because he's an outlaw. You know that dead body they found behind the mayor's house?
Bart: Jimbo killed him?
Laura: No. But he poked him with a stick.
[Back at the Frying Dutchman at closing time] Sea Captain: Aaargh 'tis no man 'tis a remorseless eatin' machine. Six bells time for closing.
Homer: Let me finish this tray.
[Sea Captain clicks his fingers and Homer is escorted out of the restaurant screaming].
Homer: But the sign says all you can eat.
Lisa: Good luck in your trumped-up lawsuit, Dad.
Homer: [hugs her] Thanks. That means a lot to me.
Bart: [about Jimbo Jones] What do you like about him? He's just a good-looking rebel who plays by his own rules.
Lisa and Laura: [sigh wistfully]
Lionel Hutz: Mrs. Simpson, in your own words, please tell us what happened after you and your husband were ejected from the restaurant.
Marge: We pretty much went straight home.
Lionel Hutz: Remember, Mrs. Simpson, you're still under oath.
Marge: We drove around until 3:00 in the morning looking for another open all-you-can-eat seafood restaurant.
Lionel Hutz: And when you couldn't find any?
Marge: (crying) We went fishing!
Lionel Hutz: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, does this sounds like a man who had "all he could eat"?
Moe: Uh, Amanda Huggenkiss? Hey, I'm looking for Amanda Huggenkiss! Ah, why can't I find Amanda Huggenkiss?
Barney: Maybe your standards are too high! (barflies laughs)
Moe: (to Bart) You little S.O.B.! Why, when I find out who you are, I'm going to shove a sausage down your throat and stick starving dogs in your butt!
Bart: As usual, a knife-wielding maniac has shown us the way.
Barney: [after drinking too much beer] Uh oh, my heart just stopped..... oh, there it goes.
Laura: [on the phone] Hello, I'd like to speak to Ms. Tinkle? First name...
Moe: [on the phone] Ivana Tinkle, just a sec. [calls] Ivana Tinkle! Ivana Tinkle! Hey, everybody, put down your glasses. Ivana Tinkle!
Grampa: Bart, oh you remembered my birthday?
Bart: Huh? Oh, I sure did! Here's a bus schedule.
Grampa: Wow, fits right in my pocket.
Moe: (to a crying Jimbo) Ah, geez, I wasn't gonna kill ya, I was just gonna cut ya.