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Treehouse of Horror XXI |
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Treehouse of Horror XXI |
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- Homer: (screaming) Beneath this smile, I am in awful, awful pain!
- Professor Frink: Welcome, precious primetime viewers, valued Internet downloaders and scary digital pirates! If you want to shield your little darlings from our stomach-churning holiday special, simply hit fast forward on your DVR remote... Oh! I went too far! Spoiled the whole show for everybody. I don't deserve to wield the remote. (shuddering while he fast forwards himself) Oh, I'm getting old and gray... I'm dead. (disintegrates, Frankenstein's monster picks up the remote control)
- Frankenstein: Monster go watch The Office. Dunder-Mifflin just like monster's workplace.
- Bart: So which of these "board lames" should we play? Taffy Land?
- Milhouse: Drops and Risers?
- Bart: Consternation?
- Milhouse: Ravenous Ravenous Rhinos?
- Bart: Mouse Catch?
- Milhouse: Battleboat?
- Bart: Funopoly?
- Milhouse: Crate of Apes?
- Bart: Yahtzu?
- Milhouse: Tiddlywonks?
- Bart: Hey, I've never seen this one before.
- Milhouse: Satan's Path?
- Bart: Hey, it's got to be good if Satan put his name on it. Here, I'll be the demon, you'll be the thimble.
- Milhouse: Oh, I'm always the thimble.
- Lou: I don't like the looks of that knight, Chief.
- Chief Wiggum: Don't worry, we're safe. He's 2 steps away, and 1 to the right. (The Knight lands on Chief Wiggum, groaning) For me it's game, set... and match.
- Lou: I think you mean "check & mate".
- Chief Wiggum: Just got crushed by a giant horse, Lou. You want to cut me a break?
- Bart: Come on, man, climb up!
- Milhouse: No! I might sink the letter. And "Q" is just too valuable.
- Bart: (points to another floating letter button, which appears to be blank) that blank could be any letter we want.
- Milhouse: Maybe I'm just tired of living. (lets go and sinks, three letters which form "R.I.P." gather)
- Smithers, Moe, Disco Stu, Sideshow Mel, and Apu: Yahtzu!
- Smithers: Uh, here we go, back in the cup.
- Sideshow Mel: At least the cup is lined with felt.
- Moe: Hey Mr. Positive, shut the hell up!
- Homer: Why do piemakers get all the girls?
- Lisa: Edmund's almost here, so please - nobody be themselves.
- Homer: I know, I know. Don't serve garlic, don't stab your guest in the heart with a wooden stake, don't ask him if he knows Frankenstein. It's racist somehow.
- Count Dracula: Green. Green. Green. Boom. Green. Yes. Boom. Green. Good. Boom.
- Count von Count: One kisses, ha ha ha, Two kisses, ha ha ha, Three kisses.
- Dracula: I am Dracula, not Hulk.