Homer: (opens the Withstandinator door, and appears to be eating steak) You call that prime rib? Bleugh.
(Homer puts the empty can on the skeleton Herman's arm which breaks off)
Homer: (beeps the car horn) It's green, moron! Earth to stupid-guy, hello?
(Homer gets off the car and approaches Kirk Van Houten who is a skeleton)
Homer: (groans) Maybe a little friendly punching will move your ass. (punches Kirk's skull into dust) Ha! Still got it!
(Homer looks around all the skeletons as a newspaper passing by in the wind)
Homer: Geez, what's with all the death? (he sees the newspaper article) My God! EVERYONE'S GONE!!
(After Homer mourning about losing everything and can't go on, but shakes it off)
Homer: No, No, NO! I can't just wallow in sadness, it's time to laugh again.
(Homer laughs girlishly, then laughs properly)
Homer: I'm the last man alive, and I can do everything I've always wanted!!
Witch Marge: And this is for pushing me off the cliff!
(She casts a spell on Eddie and Lou turning them into a snowman and a fairy respectively)
Eddie: All right, nothing to see here.
Lou: Yeah, show's over. Alright, move along.
Ned: We can all work together to build a Utopian society, free of violence, hate, and prejudice!
Marge: That sounds beautiful, Ned. And let me just say my family and I share your vision for a better- Now!
(Marge and the kids pull out shotguns and shoot the mutants, leaving them in a pile.)
Marge: Friends with mutants, right!
Homer: Now, that's the Marge I married! So, who wants to steal some Ferraris?!
Bart, Lisa, & Marge: Ooh me! I do! I do!
Comic Book Guy: But Aquaman, you can not marry a woman without gills. You're from two different worlds. (Sees the nuclear missile coming) Oh, I've wasted my life.
(Springfield blows up)
Homer: (Realizes the newspaper has the nuclear bomb had blown up Springfield and everyone is transformed into skeletons) Everyone's gone! Little Bart, Little Lisa, Little Marge, (sobs) and the rest! (cries)
Homer: Hey! What happened to the tunes? (Recommends that the Springfield citizens are mutants wearing monk robes) What the hell's going on? Where did you get those cloaks?
Mutant Mel: Silence! You're talking too loud.
Homer: Marge, kids, you're alive!
Lisa: All the layers of lead paint in this house made it the perfect bomb shelter!
Bart: Well I'll be a son of a witch!
Witch Marge: That's right, I'm a witch! And I'm the one who withered your livestock, soured your shee'ps milk, and your made your shirts itchy!
Farmer Lenny: Hey! You destroyed my turnip crop!
Witch Marge: No, that was gophers.
Witchhunter Wiggum: That's impossible. I thought we burned all of the gophers!
Witch Marge: Not all of them!
(Turns Wiggum into a giant gopher)
Professor Frink: Good morning, ma'am. Good afternoon, sir. It passed noon while I was speaking so that was technically accurate.
Maude: Oh, Neddy. Look at them up there, plotting our doom. They could force us to commit wanton acts of carnality.
Ned: (Under his breath) Yeah, that'll be the day.
Marge: Let's come to our senses everyone! This witch hunt is turning into a circus.
Moe: (stands up) She's the witch!
(Everyone agree and starts to accuse her.)
Marge: This is crazy, I'm not a witch!
Edna Krabappel: HA! Then how come your laundry always much whiter than mine?