Homer: Thanks! It looks- Hey, wait a minute! Just because I'm wearing pink doesn't mean I'm some kind of pink doughnut-eater! Although it is tempting.
Mr. Burns: Wait a minute. Go back. Zoom in. Why is that man in pink?!
Smithers: That's Homer Simpson, a boob from Sector 7-G.
Mr. Burns: Judging by his outlandish attire, he's some sort of free-thinking anarchist!
Smithers: I'll call security, sir.
Mr. Burns: Excellent. Yes, these color monitors have already paid for themselves.
Doctor: Mrs. Simpson, I'm sorry, but your husband suffers from a persecution complex, extreme paranoia, and bladder hostility.
Marge: Doctor, if you just talk to him for five minutes without mentioning our son Bart, you'd see how sane he is.
Doctor: (shocked) You mean there really is a Bart?! Good Lord!
Homer: How can you tell who's sane and who's insane?
Man: We have a very simple method. (stamps Homer) Whoever has that stamp on his hand is insane.
Man: Put him in with the big white guy who thinks he's the little black guy.
"Michael Jackson": Bart, are you not concerned that Lisa is upset? When I was growing up and did not have a lot of money, do you know what I did when one of my sisters' birthdays came up?
Bart holds up a cover of Michael Jackson's Thriller to show that Michael Jackson is black
Bart: Hello, Looney Tunes, this is Michael Jackson! Can you see the difference?
"Michael Jackson": Bart, either Michael Jackson is in a recording studio in Los Angeles or he is right here in your house offering to help you. It is up to you as to what you believe.
"Michael Jackson": Hi, I'm Michael Jackson, from the Jacksons.
Homer: I'm Homer Simpson, from the Simpsons.
At the mental hospital, Homer is among a circle of patients gathered to explain their cases.
Dave: I used to work as a VP in an insurance company, but then one morning when I woke up, I couldn't leave the house.
