“I would like some steaks that are perfect for braising please. And nothing with bovine growth hormones. I don’t need another one of these.”
*Points to horn growth on head*
”I’ll never forget you guys. Helga, Milo, Cheryl….”
“I’m Peggy.”
“Right. Peggy. Derek.”
“There’s no Derek.”
“You know, real tall guy? I could have sworn he was there the first day.”
You guys, come on. That’s not cool. You shouldn’t rip on her because she’s fat. You should rip on her because she’s ugly, okay? She looks like someone hit her in the face with a hot shovel, and that’s why she sucks, alright?
"I am serving you...an adequate dress...made of material that is on my body. Vintage? No! Elegant? No! Still stuck on me? Just about! The judges seem vaguely amused by what is happening before them, and I'm okay with that."
“My name is Barney Gumble. I’m an alcoholic.”
“Mr Gumble, this is a Girl Scout meeting.”
“Is it or is it that you girls can’t admit that you have a problem?”
Milhouse saw the elephant twice and rode him once, right?
Yes, but we paid you four dollars.
Well, that was under our old price structure. Under our new price structure, your bill comes to a total of $700. Now, you’ve already paid me four dollars, so that’s just $696 more that you owe me.
