Homer: So, goodbye.

Chief Wiggum: Farewell.

Apu: Shop Kwik-E-Mart and save!

Be Sharps: Goodbye my Coney Island babe!

*loves sideshow bob*

I never said I'd leave this town

Chief Wiggum: Don't snap my undies.

Chief Wiggum: All right, come out with your hands up, two cups of coffee, an auto freshener that says 'Capricorn', and something with coconut on it!

A falling out we won't tiptoe about

The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother! I call him Gamblor, and it's time to snatch your mother from his neon claws!

Ralph: What's a battle?

Principal Skinner: Hahahaha, lets go.

Superintendent Chalmers: Did that boy say what's a battle?

Principal Skinner: No he said What's that rattle, it's about the heating duct.

Superintendent Chalmers: Hmm, it sounded like battle.

Principal Skinner: I've had a cold, so--

Superintendent Chalmers: Oh so you hear r's as b's?

And everybody gets their

Eddie: That sounded like an explosion at the old Simpson place.

Chief Wiggum: Forget it. That's two blocks away.

Eddie: Looks like there's beer coming out of the chimney!

Chief Wiggum: (Gets out of car) I am proceeding on foot. Call in a Code 8.

Eddie: (Into radio) We need pretzels. Repeat, pretzels.

Everybody gets their

Dr. Wolfe: How often do you brush, Ralph.

Ralph: Three times a day, sir.

Dr. Wolfe: Why must you turn my office into a house of lies?

And everybody gets their way

When I look at the smiles on all the children's faces, I just know they're about to jab me with something.

Chief Wiggum: Mrs. Simpson, I have some bad news; your husband was found DOA.

Marge: Oh my God! He's dead?!

Chief Wiggum: Oh, wait, I mean DWI. I always get those two mixed up.

Mrs. Phillips: My name's Mrs. Phillips. You said my husband's DWI?

Chief Wiggum: Um, why don't you talk to that officer over there? I'm going out to lunch.

I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her

Ralph: I Choo-Choo-Choose you.

Now I'm the only one to blame

Things have changed for me, and that's okay

I feel the same, I'm on my way and I say

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Lisa, Vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins, and eskimos.

Ralph: My parents won't let me use scissors.

Miss Hoover: The children have a right to laugh at you, Ralph. These things couldn't cut butter. Now, take out your red crayons.

Ralph: Miss Hoover. I don't have a red crayon.

Miss Hoover: Why not?

Ralph: I ate it.

Things have changed for me, and that's okay

Miss Hoover: You may now exchange Valentines.

Ralph: Miss Hoover, I glued my head to my shoulder.

I feel the same and I say