|Treehouse of Horror XVIII||
Homer:Creme Brulee! Creme Brulee! Creme Brulee! Or in English:Burnt Cream! Burnt Cream! Burnt Cream!
Bart:What is that unearthly glow?The sensible thing is to investigate.
Kodos:My friends and I come in peace to find your vulnerabilities. . .and cure them with more peace.
Bart:Is that a ray gun? Kodos:No! It's a. . . deodorant applicator. I'll just(accidentally shoots himself,yells in pain,mutters). Smells like a summer breeze.
Kodos:I just hope those scientists leave me my mouth so I can spread peace in song.(sings) Peeeaace! Peace, peace, peace from space.
Bart:They've come for-What's your name? Kodos:Kodos the Destroyer. Bart:Huh?
(Approach armed men.)Bart:We could fly over them with the power of love, right? Kodos:Hmmm. We could. Or. . .(Shoots them)
Bart: You killed them! Kodos:Well done, Columbo! That's right, we watch Columbo. They air it during rainouts of kleep-klop games.
Homer:Come on! We get to kill one!
(Bart about to shoot Kodos) Kodos:Bart. . .friend?
Homer:Come on, guys! We'll miss the dissection!
Kodos:Actually, I'm still alive, so it's technically vivisection.
Homer: Nobody wants a know it all.
(Homer covers Kodo's mouth with a pillow)
Mr. Burns: Greetings 241.
Homer: Why does he always mention my weight.
Marge: You're a killer for higher.
Homer: You ruined that pie.
Homer(thinking): It's poison, whatever you do don't eat it.
(Homer eats it)
Homer(thinking): Okay you ate it but don't finish it.
(Homer finishes it.)
Homer(thinking): Okay but don't ask for...
Homer: Seconds please.
Homer(thinking): You moron just kill her.
Homer: I'll kill her after dessert.
Chief Wiggum(after being shot by a crossbow): I would have taken a bribe.
Marge: I get $2,000 a hit, how much do you get?
Homer: I just get to keep whatever is in the guy's wallet.
Marge: All those nights you were out getting drunk, you were out killing people.
Homer: I was out getting drunk, then killing people.
Marge: Great, now they would have tummyaches tomorrow, and where will superdad be then?
Homer(holds up a crossbow at Marge): At your funeral.
Homer: Hey now I don't get paid.
Marge: Homer I made some of my killer lasagna.
Homer(after the mystery skank throws a blade in his gun): Now I'm mad.
(Then he gets one in his head)
Homer: Now I'm...(starts speaking gibberish)