The Simpsons The Simpsons Seasons

Season 6

1994.09.04    S06

Anne Bancroft  Dan Castellaneta  Hank Azaria  Harry Shearer  Jon Lovitz  Julie Kavner  Mandy Patinkin  Marcia Wallace  Meryl Streep  Nancy Cartwright  Pamela Hayden  Patrick Stewart  Phil Hartman  Tress MacNeille  Winona Ryder  Yeardley Smith

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Bart of Darkness

Beans are neither fruit nor musical

Bart: Look, Lisa. I snatched five bathing suits. All Martin’s.
Lisa: Take your best shot! I’m wearing seventeen layers. {the kids attack} I brought this on myself.

Lisa: Dad, as you know, we’ve been swimming. And we’ve developed a taste for it. We both agree that getting our own pool is the only way to go. Now before you respond, you must understand that your refusal would result in months and months of—
Lisa and Bart: “Can we have a pool, Dad? Can we have a pool, Dad? Can we have a pool, Dad? Can we have a pool, Dad?”
Homer: I understand. Let us celebrate our new arrangement by the adding of chocolate to milk.

Marge: Bart, are all these children friends of yours?
Bart: Friends and well-wishers, yes.

Milhouse: Hey Nelson, he’s really hurt. I think he broke his leg.
Nelson: I said, “Ha ha.”

Marge: Maybe we should spend more time with Bart. He’s becoming isolated and weird.

Flanders: I wish there was some other explanation for this, but there isn’t. I’m a murderer. I’m a murderer!
Bart: Then that’s not the real Ned Flanders.
Flanders: I’m a murder-diddly-urdler!
Bart: If that’s not Flanders, he’s done his homework.

Bart: He’s gonna kill Rod and Todd, too. That’s horrible! {pause} In principle.

Lisa’s Brain: They’re only using you for your pool, you know.
Lisa: Shut up, brain! I’ve got friends now. I don’t need you anymore.

Lisa’s Rival

No one is unterested in my underpants

Marge: Believe me honey, she’s more scared of you than you are of her.
Lisa: You’re thinking of bears, mom.

Marge: The plant called and said if you don’t come in tomorrow don’t bother coming in Monday.
Homer: Woo hoo! Four day weekend!

Homer: Bad bees! Bad! Ow! They’re defending themselves somehow!

Ralph: I bent my Wookie!

Lisa: Hey Ralph, wanna come play anagrams with me and Allison?
Allison Taylor (Winona Ryder): We take proper names and rearrange the letters to form a description of that person.
Ralph: My cat’s breath smells like cat food.

Another Simpsons Clip Show

I will not use abbrev.

Marge: I want us to deal with the issues raised by this book. {Homer seems thoughtful, then tosses it into the fire}. I knew we shouldn’t have put a fireplace in the bedroom.

Lisa: Mom, romance is dead. It was acquired in a hostile takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized, and sold off piece by piece.

Marge: Well as Jerry Lee Lewis would say, There’s a whole lot of friending goin’ on.

Lisa: That doesn’t seem like a happy ending. That seems more like a detached tale of modern alienation.
Marge: I give up. Did anybody learn anything about love tonight?
Bart: I learned it screws everybody up.

Itchy & Scratchy Land

I am not the reincarnation of Sammy Davis Jr.

Scratchy: This week is the opening of Itchy & Scratchy Land. The violentest place on earth.

Homer: I’m taking a shortcut.
Marge: Homer, no. You’re gonna get lost.
Homer: Trust me, Marge! With today’s modern cars you can’t get lost. What with all the silicon chips and such. {after the shortcut} Alright, we’re here. Let us never speak of the shortcut again.

Marge: I’m so embarrassed I wish there was a hole I could just crawl into and die.
Storm Trooper: Okay, throw her in the hole!

Homer: But Marge, I was a political prisoner!
Marge: How were you a political prisoner?
Homer: I kicked a giant mouse in the butt! Do I have to draw you a diagram?!

Homer: Back, you robots! Nobody ruins my family vacation but me! And maybe the boy!

Marge: You know, you’re right. This truly was the best vacation ever. Now let us never speak of it again.

Professor Frink: Man, if this is happening here, I hate to think what’s happening in Euro Itchy & Scratchy Land. {cut to an empty parking lot}

Sideshow Bob Roberts

Sideshow Bob: Kudos for bring the public back to the Republican Party. It’s high time people realized we conservatives aren’t all Johnny Hatemongers, Charlie Bible-thumps or even, God forbid, George Bushes.
Lisa: That sounds like Sideshow Bob!
Homer: Yes ma’am. Sideshow Bob. Yaking it up on the old yak box.
Lisa: Dad, I’ll spare you the embarrassment of admitting you don’t know who Sideshow Bob is.

Sideshow Bob: Attempted murder. Now honestly, what is that? Do they give a Nobel Prize for “attempted chemistry”? Do they?

Lisa: Bart, we can’t let Bob steal the spotlight. We’re going to have to stoop to the lowest common denominator.
Bart: I can do that.

Sideshow Bob: That was a big mistake, Bart. No children have ever meddled with the Republican party and lived to tell about it.

Bart: Oh my god! The dead have risen and they’re voting Republican!

Lionel Hutz: Mr. Mayor, is it true you rigged the election?
Sideshow Bob: No.
Lionel Hutz: Kids, help.

Treehouse of Horror V

Marge: Hello once again. As usual, I must warn you all that this year’s Halloween show is very, very scary, and those of you with young children may want to send them off to bed and… {reading} Oh my! It seems the show is so scary that Congress won’t even let us show it. Instead they’ve suggested the 1947 classic Glenn Ford movie, 200 Miles to Oregon.

Mr. Burns: That’s odd. Usually the blood gets off on the second floor.

Willie thinking: Go easy on the wee one. His father’s gonna go crazy and chop ’em all into haggis.
Bart: What’s haggis?
Willie: You read my thoughts. You’ve got the shinning!
Bart: You mean “shining.”
Willie: Shh! You want to get sued?

Homer: So what do you think, Marge? All I need is a title. I was thinking along the lines of “No TV and no beer make Homer… something something.”
Marge: Go crazy?
Homer: Don’t mind if I do!

Marge on a CB radio: Hello, police? This is Marge Simpson. My husband is on a murderous rampage. Over.
Chief Wiggum: Oh. Well thank god that’s over. I was afraid there for a second.

Homer: Television! Teacher. Mother. Secret lover.

Homer: Look at that! I’m the first non-Brazilian person to travel backwards through time.

Bart: Don’t you remember, Dad? Flanders is the unquestioned master of the world.

Homer killing all the dinosaurs: This is going to cost me.

Lisa: Mom! Mom! You gotta help us! They’re cooking kids in the school cafeteria!
Marge: Listen kids, you’re eight and ten years old. I can’t be fighting all your battles for you.
Bart: But Mom!
Marge: No buts. You march right back to that school, look them straight in the eye and say, “Don’t eat me.”

Bart’s Girlfriend

I will not send lard through the mail

Bart: That’s no fair, Nelson. They didn’t have the Kill-matic 3000 back then.
Nelson: Hey! Records from that era are spotty at best.

Lisa: I just think you and Jessica are too different from each other to get along. She’s a sweet, kind reverend’s daughter and you’re the Devil’s cabana boy.

Willie: The kilt was only for day-to-day wear. For battle, we donned a full length ball gown covered in sequins. The idea was to blind your opponent with luxury!

Mrs. Lovejoy: I didn’t know the rocket sled was an Olympic event.
Bart: Well no offense, lady, but what you don’t know could fill a warehouse.

Marge: I guess we could get more involved in Bart’s activities but then I’d be afraid of smothering him.
Homer: Yeah. And then we’d get the chair.
Marge: That’s not what I meant.
Homer: It was, Marge. Admit it.

Bart: Jessica, I don’t think we should hang out anymore. You’re turning me into a criminal when all I want to be is a petty thug.

Bart: It seems like if you really cared for me you should come forward.
Jessica Lovejoy (Meryl Streep): Oh don’t you see, it’s because I care for you that I can’t come forward.
Bart: That doesn’t make any sense.
Jessica Lovejoy: Alright, then I just don’t feel like it, okay?

Lisa on Ice

I will not dissect things unless instructed

Jimbo: Nice PJs, Simpson. Did your mommy buy them for ya?
Bart: Of course she did. Who else would have?
Jimbo: Alright Simpson. You win this round.

Kearney: Hey Dolph. Take a memo on your Newton. Beat up Martin. {the Newton translates Eat up Martha}

Ralph: Me fail English? That’s unpossible!

Lisa: Look! Ralph Wiggum lost his shinguard! Hack the bone! Hack the bone!

Homer: Lisa, if the Bible has taught us nothing else—and it hasn’t—it’s that girls should stick to girls sports, such as hot oil wrestling, foxy boxing, and such and such.

Marge: You caught me at a real bad time, Moe. I hope you understand I’m too tense to pretend I like you.

Homer Badman

I will not whittle hall passes out of soap

Marge: Homer, are all these pockets necessary?
Homer: They wouldn’t be if you were willing to sit in the hollowed out wheelchair.

Homer: I feel like a kid in some kind of a store.

Security: You’re going to have to put some sugar on that celery or get out, ma’am.

Protestors: We’re not crazy about nuclear power either!

Homer: Marge. Kids. Everything’s going to be just fine. Now go upstairs and pack your bags. We’re going to start a new life… under the sea.

News Presenter: Simpson Scandal update: Homer sleeps nude in an oxygen tent which he believes gives him sexual powers.
Homer: Hey! That’s a half-truth.

Lisa: Sorry, Dad. We do believe in you, we really do.
Bart: It’s just hard not to listen to TV. It’s spent so much more time raising us than you have.
Homer: Maybe TV is right. TV’s always right.

Lisa: You need a forum where they don’t even know the meaning of entertainment: public access television.

Marge: There are only forty-nine stars on that flag.
Grampa: I’ll be deep in the cold cold ground before I recognize Missourah!

Marge: You know the courts might not work anymore, but as long as everyone is videotaping everyone else justice will be done!

Grampa vs. Sexual Inadequacy

My homework was not stolen by a one-armed man.

Marge: We need to talk about the marital difficulties we’ve been having lately.
Homer: Marge, there’s just too much pressure. What with my job, the kids, traffic snarls, political strife at home and abroad. But I promise you, the second all those things go away, we’ll have sex.

Grampa: Legend has it my great grandpappy stumbled upon this recipe when he was trying to invent a cheap substitute for holy water.

Marge: Homey, are you really going to ignore Grampa for the rest of your life?
Homer: Of course not, Marge. Just for the rest of his life.

Homer: Now I’m going to go somewhere and do some serious thinking. {he leaves}
Bart: I’m sure he meant to say “serious drinking.”
Lisa: That’s what I assumed.

Fear of Flying

Ralph won’t “morph” if you squeeze him hard enough

Moe: How many people want Homer banned for life?
Everyone: Yeah!
Homer: Aw, come on everybody. This bar is like a tavern to me.

Lisa: Come on, Bart! They’re gonna pamper us! {Bart gasps} Not literally of course.

Marge: Well everybody’s got a fear of something.
Homer: Not everybody.
Marge: Sock puppets!
Homer: What?! Where?! Augh! Augh!

Lisa: But if we don’t encourage her to vent her feelings they could come out in other ways.
Marge walking in: I just realized we never had a wedding for the cat and the dog. They’ve been living in sin.

Dr. Zweig (Anne Bancroft): Marge, are you aware you just said, “Please don’t leave” to your daddy,
Marge: No I didn’t.
Dr. Zweig: Yes you did. And also you infringed on any number of copyrights.

Marge: Do you think those things could also have contributed to my fear of flying?
Dr. Zweig: Yes, yes. It’s all a rich tapestry.

Homer the Great

Adding “just kidding” doesn’t make it okay to insult the principal

Marge: Homer don’t start stalking people again! It’s so illegal.

Homer: Why don’t those stupid idiots let me in their crappy club for jerks?

Marge: Kids can be so cruel.
Bart: They can? Thanks Mom!

Grampa: Let’s see… I’m an Elk, a Mason, a Communist… I’m the president of the Gay and Lesbian Alliance for some reason. Ah, here it is! The Stonecutters.

Number One (Patrick Stewart): Welcome to the club, Number 908. You have joined the Sacred Order of the Stonecutters, who since ancient times have split the rocks of ignorance that obscure the light of knowledge and truth. Now let’s all get drunk and play ping pong!

Who controls the British crown / Who keeps the metric system down
We do! We do!
Who leaves Atlantis off the maps / Who keeps the martians under wraps
We do! We do!
Who holds back the electric car / Who makes Steve Guttenberg a star
We do! We do!
Who robs cave fish of their sight / Who rigs every Oscar night
We do! We do!

Number One: Homer Simpson, for your continuing and baffling desecration of our beloved sacred parchment, you are hereby banished from the Stonecutters forever.

Marge: You know, you are a member of a very exclusive club.
Homer: Black Panthers?
Marge: No!

And Maggie Makes Three

“Bagman” is not a legitimate career choice

Homer: It was a tumultuous time for our nation. The clear beverage craze gave us all a reason to live. The information super highway showed the average person what some nerd thinks about Star Trek. And the domestication of the dog continued unabated.

Al: Show up tomorrow, bring three rags. Oh and, ah, change your pants.
Homer: Why?
Al: When it happens, you’ll know.

Homer: My marketing plan attracted a record number of police and fire officials. But few stayed to bowl.

Mr. Burns: It’s company policy to give you the plague.
Smithers: Uh sir, that’s the plaque.

Bart’s Comet

Cursive writing does not mean what I think it does

Skinner: Because you have impeded science you must now aid science. Yes. Starting tomorrow you will assist me with my amateur astronomy. Taking down coordinates, carrying equipment and so forth. Four-thirty in the morning.
Bart: There’s a four-thirty in the morning now?

Grampa: Sounds like the doomsday whistle. Ain’t been blowed for nigh on to three years.
Jasper: Trouble abrewin’.

Kent Brockman: I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Democracy simply doesn’t work.

Kent Brockman: Now, over the years a newsman learns a number of things that for one reason or another he just cannot report. It doesn’t seem to matter now, so… the following people are gay.

Let’s go burn down the observatory so this will never happen again!

Bart: What’s really amazing is that this is exactly what Dad said would happen.
Lisa: Yeah, Dad was right.
Homer: I know kids. I’m scared too.

Homie the Clown

Next time it could be me on the scaffolding

Homer: Pfft. Clown college. You can’t eat that.

Krusty: Now. When the wealthy dowager comes in the party’s over right? Wrong! {he slams a pie in her face}
Homer writing: “Kill wealthy dowager”.

Homer the Clown: Here’s your giraffe, little girl.
Ralph: I’m a boy.
Homer the Clown: That’s the spirit! Never give up.

Homer: Who am I clowning? I have no business being a clown. I’m leaving the clowning business to all the other clowns in the clowning business.

Marge: I’m not saying it won’t work, I’m just saying it’s dishonest.
Homer: Well if we agree then why are we arguing?

Lawyer: Let me get this straight, you took all the money you made franchising your name and bet it against the Harlem Globetrotters?
Krusty: Oh… I thought the Generals were due!

Bart vs. Australia

I will not hang donuts on my person

Bart is trying to get the toilet water to go backward
Marge: Oh for pete’s sake, Bart. Use the plunger!

Homer: Burkina Faso? Disputed Zone? Who called all these weird places?
Homer’s Brain: Quiet. It might be you! I can’t remember.
Homer: No, I’m going to ask Marge.
Homer’s Brain: No, no! Why embarrass us both? Just write a check and I’ll release some more endorphins.

Bart: Hey guys, just so you don’t hear any wild rumors, I’m being indicted for fraud in Australia.
Homer: Pfft. That’s no reason to block the TV.

About the Yahoo Serious Festival
Lisa: I know those words, but that sign makes no sense.

Marge: You’ll just have to find some other country to have relations with.

Homer: Oh boy, this is the life. Boy, next summer can you commit some sort of fraud in Orlando, Florida?
Bart: I’m way ahead of you, Dad.

Marge: I’m glad you’re okay, honey. But I wish you’d chosen a more tasteful way to be patriotic.
Lisa: I’m impressed you were able to write so legibly on your own butt.

Homer vs. Patty and Selma

I will remember to take my medication

Homer: Marge, we had a deal. Your sisters don’t come here after six and I stop eating your lipstick.

Bart: Look Boris, I think ballet is for sissies.
Madame: Ballet is for the strong, the fierce, the determined! But for the Sissies? Never! Now. Put on this fuschiatard. You are a fairy.

Madame: Is something wrong, Mr Simpson?
Bart: I don’t like wearing tights. ma’am.
Madame: But so many of your heroes wear tights. Batman for example. And… Magellan.

Supervisor: Wait a minute. Those are yours sir?
Homer: Yes. I am in flavor country.
Supervisor: Both of them?
Homer: It’s a big country.
Supervisor: Ladies, I apologize. And you, sir, are worse than Hitler.

A Star Is Burns

Marge: Did you know that there’s over six hundred critics on TV and Leonard Maltin is the best looking of them all?
Lisa: Ew.

Lisa: I like him. He’s smart, he’s senstitive. He’s clearly not obsessed with his physical appearance.
Homer: My ears are burning.
Lisa: I wasn’t talking about you, Dad.
Homer: No, my ears are really burning. I wanted to see inside, so I lit a Q-tip.

Jay Sherman (Jon Lovitz): Hey Nudnik, your shoe’s untied.
Rainier Wolfcastle: From here they appear to be tied. but I will go in for a closer look.
Jay Sherman: Taxi! To the airport.
Rainier Wolfcastle: On closer inspection these are loafers.

Burns: Get me Steven Spielberg!
Skinner: He’s unavailable.
Burns: Then get me his non-union Mexican equivalent!

Barney: My name is Barney and I’m an alcoholic.
Lisa: Mr. Gumbel, this is a Girl Scout meeting.
Barney: Is it? Or is it that you girls can’t admit you have a problem?

Lisa’s Wedding

I will not strut around like I own the place

Hugh Parkfield (Mandy Patinkin): I can’t believe how much we have in common. We’re both studying the environment, we’re both utterly humorless about our vegetarianism, and we both love the Rolling Stones.
Lisa: Yes. Not for their music, but for their tireless efforts to preserve historic buildings.

Lisa: Hi Mom!
Marge: Lisa! Hello! How are you doing in England? Remember, an elevator is called a lift, a mile is called a kilometer, and botulism is called steak and kidney pie.

Marge: Homer, don’t take this personally but I’ve obtained a court order to prevent you from planning this wedding.
Homer: Welp, these seem to be in order. I’ll be out back in the hammock.

Moe: Oh, an English boy, eh. You know, we saved your ass in World War II.
Hugh: Well we saved your ass in World War III.
Moe: That’s true.

Marge: You know, FOX turned into a hardcore sex channel so gradually I didn’t even notice.

Lisa: Mom, I feel kind of funny wearing white. I mean… Milhouse.
Marge: Oh, Milhouse doesn’t count.

Homer: Little Lisa. Lisa Simpson. You know I always felt you were the best thing my name got attached to.

Lisa: Wow. Now that I know all this is there any way to change the future?
Fortuneteller: No. But try to look surprised.

Lisa: I thought you said you’d tell me about my true love.
Fortuneteller: Oh, you’ll have a true love. But I specialize in foretelling the relationships where you get jerked around.

Two Dozen and One Greyhounds

The Good Humor Man can only be pushed so far

Bart: Oh please. This is senseless destruction with none of my usual social commentary.

Announcer: Your cable TV is experiencing difficulties. Please do not panic. Resist the temptation to read or talk to loved ones. Do not attempt sexual relations, as years of TV radiation have left your genitals withered and useless.
Wiggum checking: Well I’ll be damned.

Bart: Me and Santa’s Little Helper used to be a team. But he never wants to play anymore since his bitch moved in.
Marge: Bart! Don’t ever say that word again!
Bart: Well that’s what she is. I looked it up.
Marge: Well I’m going to write the dictionary people and have that checked.

Burns: singing Some men hunt for sport, others hunt for food. The only thing I’m hunting for… is an outfit that looks good.
sung to “Be Our Guest”
See my vest, see my vest, made from real gorilla chest.
Feel this sweater, there’s no better than authentic Irish Setter.
See this hat? ‘Twas my cat. My eveningwear? Vampire bat.
These white slippers are albino African endangered rhino.
Grizzly bear underwear. Turtles’ necks, I’ve got my share.
Beret of poodle on my noodle it shall rest.
Try my red robin suit, it comes one breast or two.
See my vest! See my vest! See my vest!
Like my loafers? Former gophers! It was that or skin my chauffeurs.
But a greyhound fur tuxedo would be best.
So let’s prepare these dogs
Maid: Kill two for matching clogs!
Burns: See my vest! See my vest! Oh please won’t you see my vest! {he finishes the song} I really like my vest.
Smithers: I gathered that.

Mr. Burns: I’ll be taking my puppies back.
Lisa: But they’re ours, you stole them from us!
Mr. Burns hands her a cell phone: Here’s a phone. Call somebody who cares.
Lisa dials 9-1— Give me that!

The PTA Disbands

I do not have power of attorney over first graders

Bart: Uh. I think I got your lunch. {he holds up a “I am very proud of you.” note}
Lisa: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. {“Be good. For the love of God, please be good.”}

Lisa: Oh my god! I’m losing my perspicacity.
Homer: Well it’s always in the last place you look.

Marge: I’m worried about the kids, Homie. Lisa’s becoming very obsessive. This morning I caught her trying to dissect her own rain coat.
Homer: I know. And this perpetual motion machine she made today is a joke. It just keeps going faster and faster.

Homer: In this house we obey the laws of thermodynamics!

Ned: Well I guess this is one of those cases where we’re going to have to agree to disagree.
Skinner: I don’t agree to that.
Krabappel: Neither do I!

‘Round Springfield

Nerve gas is not a toy

Willie: Bonjour, ye cheese-eatin’ surrender monkeys!

Lisa: Wow, you had some career! Although the moral seems to be that a lifetime of Jazz makes you sad and lonely.
Bleeding Gums Murphy: Well before you came to visit I would have agreed with you.

Brockman: Krusty the Klown staged a press conference today to defend himself against charges that his products are unsafe, his theme parks is a death trap and that he’s marketing videos of Tonya Harding’s wedding night.
Krusty: And I contend that those tourists were decapitated before they entered the Krustyland House of Knives.

Lisa: What happened to Mr. Murphy?
Nurse: I’m sorry, he passed away.

Moleman: Hello. This is Moleman in the Morning. Good Moleman to you.

Bleeding Gums Murphy: You made an old Jazz man happy, Lisa.

Lisa: I don’t want you to go.
Bleeding Gums Murphy: Sorry, but I have to. Goodbye.
Lisa: Goodbye.
Bleeding Gums Murphy reappearing: Oh, what the hey! Once more from the top.

The Springfield Connection

I will not mock Mrs. Dumbface

Marge: How dare you prey on the greedy and stupid like this!

Marge: Strange. Regular ham doesn’t thrill me anymore. Hm. I’m crossing over to deviled ham.

Bart: Wow Mom, I never pictured you as any kind of authority figure before.

Lisa: Whatever you do, Mom, we’ll be proud of you.
Marge: Why thank you, honey.
Lisa: As long as it’s constitutional.

Marge arresting Homer: You have the right to remain silent.
Homer: I choose to waive that right. {starts yelling}

Lemon of Troy

The first amendment does not cover burping

Marge: Homer, will you please help me make a big deal of this.

Marge: Whatever happened to good old fashioned town pride?
Lisa: It’s been going downhill ever since the lake caught fire.

Marge: This is a Springfield Isotopes hat. When you wear it, you’re wearing Springfield. When you eat a fish from our river, you’re eating Springfield. When you make lemonade from our trees, you’re drinking Springfield!
Bart: Mom, when you give that lecture, you’re boring Springfield.

Milhouse: We’ve squozen our whole supply. To the lemon tree!

Marge: This is my fault. I tried to teach Bart about town pride. But the power of my words filled him with some sort of madness.

Shelbyvillian: We just got word there’s Springfield kids in town.
Bart in disguise: Curse those handsome devils!

Milhouse: So this is what it feels like when doves cry.

Who Shot Mr. Burns (Part One)

This is not a clue…or is it?

Superintendent Chalmers: Why is it when I heard the word “school” and the word “exploded” I immediately thought if the word “Skinner”!

Lunchlady Doris: The cafeteria staff is complaining about the nice in the kitchen. I want to hire a new staff.

Smithers on the intercom: Principal Skinner, this is your secretary. There is one last student here to see you.
Principal Skinner: That’s odd. I don’t have a secretary. Or an intercom.

Mr. Burns: I want that oil well. I’ve got a monopoly to maintain. I own the electric company and the waterworks. Plus the hotel on Baltic Avenue.
Superintendent Chalmers: That hotel’s a dunmp and your monopoly’s pathetic.

Skinner: Sir, uh, what I’m about to say violates every sicophantic urge in my body but I wish you would reconsider. This isn’t a rival company you’re battling with, it’s a school. People won’t stand for it.
Burns: Pish posh. It will be like taking candy from a baby. Hey, that sounds like a larf. Let’s try it now.

Barney: These fumes aren’t as fun as beer. Sure, I’m all dizzy and nauseous, but where’s the inflated sense of self-esteem?

Burns: Since the beginning of time, man has yearned to destroy the sun. I will do the next best thing: block it out.

Burns: Oh you all talk big, but who here has the guts to stop me?