“Helga! I’ve got a special invite for you!”
*Debbie pulls out an envelope dangling from a string tied to a stick and starts to dangle it in front of Helga who keeps jumping trying to get it and causing quaking noises to sound whenever she lands due to her massive weight until she grabs it and falls forward. She then opens it and reads the message inside out loud*
“Fat chance you fatty fat piece of fat. So this will get me in, right?”
I’m sorry. I can’t divulge information about that customer’s secret illegal account. *hangs up* …oh, crap. I shouldn’t have said he was a customer. Oh, crap! I shouldn’t have said it was a secret. Oh, crap! I certainly shouldn’t have said it was illegal.
“Oh this locket is stuck in this greasy pigtail.”
*Worker continues to try to get the locket out of Helga’s hair while she is stuck inside a sewer pipe*
“What about me? You gotta get me out of here!”
“If we disrupt the integrity of this pipe the ceiling could collapse.”
“We know what we’re doing, sir.”
“I’m not a sir! I’m a beautiful little girl.”
“He’s obviously in shock.”
Bart, you’re seeing Krusty everywhere because you want to tell him you’re sorry for causing his death. Would it help if I told you you’re not responsible for Krusty’s death?
Yes. Yes, it would.
Well, I can’t. You’ll just have to learn to live with your mental problem.
“Who’s the double bagger?”
“Being poor makes people so hostile!”
“This is Debbie. She’s going to be living with us on the account that she’s so ug-“
*Debbie looks at Bob with a confused look*
“Ug ug ugah! Pretty. Pretty good Popeye, huh?”
Ooooh! Fill the jackal’s head with OIL. Now it makes sense. At first I thought you said scalding hot voile.
Wh-what the hell is voile?
It’s a soft, sheer fabric. I warmed some up in the dryer.
What kind of torture is that? Get out of here! I’m serious, I don’t even want to LOOK at you any more!
"I'm gonna tell ya like I told them'all!"
"You told Jamal?!"
"U-uh, no, that's not what I--"
"YOU TOLD JAMAL! I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL JAMAL!" *he takes out a gun and shoots the other person*
*everyone runs away screaming*
"Hey guys, it's me, Jamal-- what is happening here???"
“Beer, Lena?”
“I really shouldn’t. Lester doesn’t like me drinking. He thinks it’s unladylike like.”
“When Lester lays an egg twice the size of his head, then he can tell you what’s unladylike.”
“Okay. Give me one.”
‘May I help you?’
‘Uh yes, I’m Dr Van Nostrand from the clinic and I’m going to need the chart for Elaine Benes. She’s a patient of mine and uh, I don’t think she’s gonna make it. Very very bad…very messy…’
‘I see, and what clinic was that again?’
‘Uh, that’s correct.’