Marge vs. Singles, Seniors, Childless Couples and Teens and Gays/Quotes

I dream of an America with nudity and F-words on network TV. Where the whole world doesn't stop because a school bus did. Children are the future… today belongs to me!

Mom, that's Roofi. His music is why babies are idiots.

You probably heard a lot of bad things about "Families Come First", but newspaper writers are a bunch of jerks.

Why don't you let us watch TV, and get her a Roofi CD? [in Pig Latin] Bart, on't-day ell-tay om-may oofi-Ray as-hay eec-days. [in Pig Latin] Hy-way ot-nay? Hat-way ould-cay o-gay rong-way? [in Pig Latin] E'll-shay uy-bay hem-tay, upid-stay! [in Pig Latin] Ou-yay ow-knay, I-ay as-way oung-yay once-way oo-tay. [in Pig Latin] Ap-cray…

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Let's KILL EVERY CHILD… friendly thing in town!

I got the Roofi tickets! I got them fair and square and I kept my dignity. Not like Janie's mom… [while Maggie has Homer's nose in tongs] Whoopwhoopwhoopwhoopwhoopwhoop! Whatever… ''[walks away']] Hmmmm! Hmmm!!

How's the crowd, Steve? Awful fussy… You're kidding me, did you make funny faces? [Steve nods] You did? Did you jiggle your keys? I did it all, man!

The first thing were going to need is money. [the restaurant is suddenly deserted and the sound of crickets can be heard] I'ma so sorry Marge, But I guess'a you gett'a da bill'a. [the room is suddenly deserted and the sound of crickets can be heard] Aww, for the love a' pizza! Luigi Risotto? That'sa me! I'm from the U.S. Immigration Department. [the room is suddenly deserted and the sound of crickets can be heard]


 * [While at the Roofi concert handling the riot.]

I don’t feel right clubbing women and children, Chief. I hear ya. Some days are tougher than others. Just close your eyes and club. [the babies swarm over the cops, knocking them to the ground] This is it boys, we’ll have to tummy kiss our way out!