|Treehouse of Horror VII||
|Treehouse of Horror VII||
- (from "The Thing and I")
- Homer: Fish heads, fish heads, do doodo doodo
- (Talking to Lisa in "The Genesis Tub")
- Bart: Hey what is this goo? Are you trying to build a friend?
- (From "The Genesis Tub")
- Principal Skinner: This mini universe you've created is even more impressive then Martin's milk carton ukulele.
- (Shot of Martin in the background in a grass skirt playing the ukulele.)
- (From "The Thing and I")
- Dr. Hibbert: That means the evil twin is and always has been...Bart.
- (They all turn around and stare at Bart.)
- Bart: Oh, don't look so shocked.
- (Newborn Bart violently bites Hugo in "The Thing and I")
- Marge: I think I'll bottle-feed that one.
- Kodos: (as Clinton) We must go forward, not backward. Upward, not forward. And always twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom.
- Kodos: It's a two party system! You have to vote for one of us!
- Man: He's right, this is a two-party system.
- Man 2: Well, I believe I'll vote for a third-party candidate.
- Kang: Go ahead, throw your vote away.
- Homer: Ah… The old fishin' hole. So peaceful and relaxing, doesn't even matter if I catch a single fish… come on, you stupid fish! Take the bait! Don't make me come down there!!!
- Leader: Welcome to our world, most gracious Lisa.
- Lisa: Your world is incredible. And you speak English.
- Leader: We have listened to you speak since the dawn of time, O Creator. And we have learned to imatoot you exarktly.
- Homer: We think we saw Hugo at the airport; he was boarding a plane to Switzerland and… (sees Hugo) Oh.
- Lisa: What's up there?
- Bart: Is it a monster?
- Lisa: We have to know.
- Bart: Tell us what's the secret.
- Homer: No more questions. I work my butt off to feed you four kids and all you do is--
- (Marge stares at Homer.)
- Homer: What?
- Marge: Three. We have three kids, Homer.
- Homer: Yeah, three nosy kids. And you know what happens to nosy kids who ask too many questions?
- Bart/Lisa: (talking quickly) No, what? Does something happen? Does something happen to nosy kids who ask questions? What happens?
- Kent: Senator Dole, why should people vote for you instead of President Clinton?
- Kang: (as Dole) It makes no difference which one of us you vote for. Either way, your planet is doomed. DOOMED!
- Kent: Well, a refreshingly frank response there from senator Bob Dole.
- Homer: Oh my God, space aliens! Don't eat me, I have a wife and kids! Eat them!
- Bart: Your micro-jerks attacked me!
- Lisa: Well, you practically destroyed their whole world.
- Bart: You can't protect them every second. Sooner or later, you'll let your guard down, and then flush! It's toilet time for Tinytown!
- Lisa: Oh my God! I've created life!
- Marge: (from downstairs) Lisa, breakfast! We're having waffles!
- Lisa: Ooh, waffles.
- Bart: You're crazy!
- Hugo: Am I? Well, perhaps we're all a little crazy. I know I am. I went mad after they tore us apart, but I'll be sane… once I sew us back together.
- Bart: But you'll kill both of us.
- Hugo: No, it's easy. Look, I've been practicing: I made a pigeon-rat.
- Bart: Did you guys hear something moving around in the attic last night?
- Homer: Attic? Oh, that's silly. Seriously though, don't ever go up there.
- Kang: (as Dole) Fooling these Earth voters is easier than expected.
- Kodos: (as Clinton) Yes. All they want to hear are bland pleasantries embellished by an occasional saxophone solo or infant kiss.
- Kang: (as Bob Dole) Abortions for all!
- (Crowd boos)
- Kang: Very well, no abortions for anyone!
- (Crowd boos again)
- Kang: Hmm... Abortions for some, miniature American flags for others!
- (Crowd cheers and waves miniature flags.)
- Homer: Oh, no! Aliens, bio-duplication, nude conspiracies! Oh my God! Lyndon LaRouche was right!
- Lisa: Wait, one of them is nailing something to the door of the cathedral. (Gasps) I've created Lutherans!
- Lisa: Science has already proven the dangers of smoking, alcohol, and Chinese food. But I can still ruin soft drinks for everyone!
- Homer: We'll search out every place a sick twisted solitary misfit might run to.
- Lisa: I'll start with Radio Shack.
- Dr. Hibbert: But what to do with poor Hugo? Too crazy for Boys Town, too much of a boy for Crazy Town. The child was an outcast. So, we did the only humane thing.
- Homer: We chained Hugo up in the attic like an animal and fed him a bucket of fish heads once a week.
- Marge: It's saved our marriage.
- Lisa: (Upon waking up and seeing her tooth.) Mold! That's science project paydirt!
- (From The Thing and I)
- Dr. Hibbert: You never forget the birth of Siamese twins!
- Lisa: I believe they prefer to be called "Conjoined twins."
- Dr. Hibbert: And hillbillies prefer to be called "Sons of the Soil," but it ain't gonna happen.
- Kodos: (as Clinton) I am Clin-ton. As overlord, all will kneel trembling before me and obey my brutal command. End communication. (crosses arms)
- Marge: (watching on TV) Hmph. That's Slick Willy for you. Always with the smooth talk.
- Homer: What are you spraying me with?
- Kang: Rum! So no one will believe your story.
- Clinton Aide: (closely resembling George Stephanopoulos) People are becoming a bit confused by the way you and your opponent are… well… constantly holding hands.
- Kang: (as Dole) We are merely exchanging long protein strings. If you can think of a simpler way, I'd like to hear it.
- Marge: (on phone, gravely) Yes, Doctor, it's what we've always feared -- it's loose. Hugo is loose. (cheerfully) See you soon!
- Bob Dole: (captive on the alien saucer) I am so mad at the Secret Service right now.
- (From "The Genesis Tub")
- Lisa: Oh, great. I'm stuck in this lousy tub for the rest of my life.
- (People stare at her)
- Lisa: Shouldn't you people be groveling?
- (Everyone starts groveling)
- Lisa: (noticing that her slippers have gone) And bring me some shoes. Nice ones.
- Man: She'll want socks, too. I'll get socks.
- Homer: There's nothing in the attic.
- Marge: (loud whisper) Homer don't you think it's time? (nudges him)
- Homer: Yeah, yeah I'll go feed it. (Takes a bucket of fish heads and goes to the attic)
- Homer: (gulps) I suppose you want to probe me. Well, might as well get it over with.
- (Homer unzips his pants)
- Kang: (disgusted) Stop! We have reached the limits of what rectal probing can teach us.