Difference between revisions of "A Streetcar Named Marge/Quotes"

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Marge: I haven't been in a play since high school, and I thought it would be a good chance to meet some other adults.

Homer: Sounds interesting.

Marge: You know, I spend all day alone with Maggie, and sometimes it's like I don't even exist.

Homer: Sounds interesting.

Llewellyn Sinclair: Hello! I am Llewellyn Sinclair. I've directed three plays in my career and I've had three heart attacks. That's how much I care, I'm planning for a fourth.

Ms. Sinclair: Mrs. Simpson, do you know what a baby is saying when she reaches for her bottle?

Marge:....Ba-ba?

Ms. Sinclair: She's saying "I am a leech".

Marge: Maybe I should've a nice calligraphy class.

Chief Wiggum: Oh, forget about it. That Mr. Takahashi's a lunatic!

Lisa: Wow! My mother the actress. I feel like Lucie Arnaz-Luckinbill.

Bart: Are there any Jive-Talking Robots in this play?

Marge: Um, I don't think so.

Homer: Bart, don't ask stupid questions...Is there any frontal nudity?

Marge: No, Homer!

Lionel Hutz: Lionel Hutz, Attorney at Law. I'm filing a class-action suit against the director on behalf of everyone who was cut from the play. I also play Mitch!

Ms. Sinclair: Mrs. Simpson, I don't like to toot my own horn, but we're the only day-care in town that is not currently under investigation by the state.

Llewellyn Sinclair: [to Homer on the phone] Stop bothering my Blanche!

Marge: I just don't see why Blanche should shove a broken bottle in Stanley's face. Couldn't she just take his abuse with gentle good humor?

Marge: [in a southern accent] The play's tomorrow night. I've got to stay in charactah.

Lisa: [in a southern accent] Hey Mom, would it help if I talked lack this tew?

Marge: [in a southern accent] It maght.

Bart: [in a cockney accent] En I'll talk like 'is. Bob's ya uncle mate.

Marge: [in a southern accent] That really doesn't help, Baaht.

Bart: [in a cockney accent] Can I slog off school tomorra. Gotta pain in me gulliva!

Homer: I'm livin' in a cuckoo clock!

Homer: What about dessert?

Marge: For God's sakes, you can pull the lid off your own can of pudding!

Homer: Fine! I will!

Marge: I'm sure you won't enjoy it. There's nothing about bowling in the play. Oh wait, there is.

Homer: Probably not much of it.

Homer: I can't fake an interest in this, and I'm an expert at faking an interest in your kooky projects.

Marge: What kooky projects?

Homer: You know, the painting class, the first aid course, the whole Lamaze thing.

Homer: It really got to me how that lady, uh... You know which one I mean. You played her.

Marge: Blanche!

Homer: Yeah.