Black Widower/Quotes

Bart, I must know. How did you untangle my web? Yeah, Bart, pull us in! Well, I'd hate to tell the number one cop in town how to do his job. No, no, please. It's the only way I'll learn.

Gee, if some snot-nosed little kid sent me to prison, the first thing out, I'd find out where he lives, and tear him a new belly button!

Ah, Mr. Simpson, you're forgetting the first two noble truths of the Buddha. I am not!

Her only hopes were a clucky young boy and his slow-witted father.

Aunt Selma has one hour to live! Hey, down in front!

And here's another breathtaking sight... my brand new hubby! I wanted a room with a fireplace you blasted monkey... Oh Selma dear... I was just chatting with my good friend... Dennis! Now, smile for the camera, there's a good lad!


 * [Flashback to Bob's imprisonment. Krusty is presenting an award on TV]

And the Emmy Award for Best Substitute Performer for a Children's Series is about to be presented. The nominees are: Droopy Drawers! Colonel Coward! Pepito, the Biggest Cat in the World! Sideshow Bob.
 * Sideshow Bob is shown on camera feed.

LIVE FROM SPRINGFIELD PENN. And Suck-Up the Vacuum. NOW FILMING IN SPAIN. And the Emmy goes to...
 * [Krusty opens envelope and his cheerful demeanor turns to sarcasm]

...I do not believe it, Sideshow Bob!
 * [Sideshow Bob is handed the Emmy in his prison cell]

This is one more Emmy than you'll ever win, you bantering jack-in-the-box! Just don't drop that thing in the shower, Bob! No talent shill! Second banana! Panderer! Bore!
 * [Prison guards and medical orderlies tackle Sideshow Bob and sedate him at the first sign of anger]


 * [during a vision test at the DMV]

A, G, Q, 7. Close enough. May you drive safely, and find true love.


 * [as the Simpsons are watching television]

Would you turn off that Rock and Rock music? Hey, don't have a Stegosaurus, man! These talking dinosaurs are more real than most real families on TV! Look Maggie, they have a baby too!

Aunt Selma has this crazy obsession about not dying alone. So in desperation, she joined this prison pen-pal program. Her new sweetie's a jailbird. Coooool! He can teach us how to kill a man with a lunchtray!

You can't take my Emmy! Hey, you know the rules. Awards for excellence in entertainment are contraband. No Emmys, no Oscars, not even a Golden Globe.

Selma, would you mind if I did something bold and shocking in front of your family? All right, but no tongues. [takes out her cigarette and puckers up] Although kissing you would be like kissing some divine ashtray, that's not what I had in mind. Selma, will you marry me? Don't be a fool, Aunt Selma. That man is scum. Then call me Mrs. Scum.

What did I miss? MacGyver was wearing a tank top! Dang! Well Selma, I thought I was the only man in your life? Sit down and shut up!

I could have been the flower girl; I wouldn't keep falling down, either! Hey, they chose Maggie, okay? Yeah, well if you wanna go for cutesiness instead of competence, fine.

If he was going to commit a crime, would he have invited the number one cop in town? Now where did I put my gun? Oh yeah, I set it down when I got a piece of cake.

Ooh, appetizers! Well Homer, what should we serve? Well, you can't go wrong with cocktail weenies. They taste as good as they look, and they come with this delicious red sauce, it looks like ketchup, it tastes like ketchup, but brother, it ain’t ketchup.

Driver, here's a fin. Get me home and don't spare the whip! [as the carriage driver] Whatever you say, Mum! [belch]

That MacGyver's a genius. First of all, he's not a genius. He's an actor. And second, he's not much of an actor. You're lying! You're lying! No, Selma. This is lying. [puts on an absurd smile] That was a well-plotted piece of nonclaptrap that never made me want to retch.

Bart no like. Bad medicine.

Krusty, say something funny! Uh, gee, a joke, uuh...umm...eh ah funny, okay, this guy walks into a bar, he takes out a tiny piano, and a twelve inch pianist, oh, no, wait, I can't tell that one!

Chief Wiggum, think you have room in your jail for a two-time loser? Well, no, frankly. But that never stopped us before.

[rubbing Selma's feet] [quietly] Soon I will kill you... What? Son pied sent il beau. French for "Her foot smells lovely." Oh... [quietly] Prepare to be murdered... Huh? /eh pah dee meh moo-doo/. That's Sanskrit for "Your toes are like perfume." [calms down] Oh... [quietly] Voy a matar a Usted. Wha? That's Spanish for... [quietly] I'm going to kill you...

My best-laid plans have gang agley!

I'll be back! You can't keep the Democrats out of the White House forever! And when they get in, I'm back on the streets! With all my criminal buddies!