Homer: Honey, Grandpa is the closet thing I have to a father and I love him, but three octogenocerauses?!?
Homer: My lifestyle is my retirement plan.
Homer: If it's important, they'll call back.
Lisa: Mom! Dad! The retirement castle lost its license, and Grampa has nowhere to live!
Homer and Marge: (simultaneously) D'oh!
Lou: Uh, Chief, something about that looks fishy.
Chief Wiggum: You got a suspicious mind, Lou. You remind me of that Elvis song, uh, Clambake. You know, 'cause when you open your yap things get hot. Clambake!
