Mr Burns: I suggest you leave immediately.
Homer: Or what? You'll release the dogs, or the bees, or the dog with bees in their mouths, and when they bark,they shoot bees at you? Well, go ahead. Do your worst.
Marge: When I asked you if that dummy was to fake your own death, you told me no.
Grandma Simpson (singing): How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man?
Lisa: No, Dad, it's a rhetorical question.
Homer: Rhetorical, eh? Eight!
Lisa: Dad, do you even know what 'rhetorical' means?
Homer: Do I know what 'rhetorical' means?!
Homer: Just give me some inner peace or I'll mop the floor with you.
Mr Burns: Ever since the dawn of time, Man has yearned to destroy the sun.
Troy McClure: Don't kid yourself Timmy. If that cow had his way, he'd eat you and everyone you care about.