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Difference between revisions of "Oh, Plow, Where Art Thou?/Quotes"

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:'''[[Otto]]:''' Whoa. I did all that in a snow plow? Are your sure I'm me?
 
:'''[[Otto]]:''' Whoa. I did all that in a snow plow? Are your sure I'm me?
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:'''[[Ralph Wiggum]]:''' Here he comes! Here comes Eraser! He's a diamond on wheels! He's a diamond, and he's gonna beach hazing after summoned. Ghost Eraser! Ghost Eraser...
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:'''[[Hans Moleman]]:''' Oh goodness! Twelve o'clock! I'll be late for my appointment. Seems like a shorter walk to the garage this morning.
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:'''[[Patty]]:''' It's closing time. Can't we leave him here over night?
 
:'''[[Patty]]:''' It's closing time. Can't we leave him here over night?
 
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:'''[[Patty]]:''' Any objection to taking his vehicle home?
 
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Revision as of 03:16, December 30, 2019



Homer: Hey, Marge, look! My Mr. Plow jacket. It's been so long, I wonder if it still fits.
Marge: It should you're still the same exact age, weight, and height.
Homer: This brings back memories. The snowy car wreck... the fith with Adam Wast... Getting shot at by Barney... financial ruin... good times. I wonder what happened to that Plow.

Krusty: Hey, slim, I need that plow for a sketch. How much you want for it?
Comic Book Guy: A mint dondition item like this with choice of mlar bag or acrylic display case requires checking the online price guide.
Krusty: I'm not here to haggle, fat boy. Teeny, give him a thousand samolians.
Comic Book Guy: Sold!

Clancy Wiggum: I'm gonna have to cite you for driving 90 miles an hour against traffic on top of the median strip backwards with a broken tail light in a snow low.
Otto: Whoa. I did all that in a snow plow? Are your sure I'm me?

Ralph Wiggum: Here he comes! Here comes Eraser! He's a diamond on wheels! He's a diamond, and he's gonna beach hazing after summoned. Ghost Eraser! Ghost Eraser...
Hans Moleman: Oh goodness! Twelve o'clock! I'll be late for my appointment. Seems like a shorter walk to the garage this morning.
Ralph Wiggum: Ghost Eraser, go!

Patty: It's closing time. Can't we leave him here over night?
Hans Moleman: E...
Selma: Why not? He thinks he's ordering off a fast food menu anyway.
Patty: Any objection to taking his vehicle home?
Selma: Beats taking the bus.

Homer: Look, Marge, it's snowing. It looks like tiny flecks of metal. Oh well, I guess we'll never know what happened to that plow.
Marge: Come to bed, Homer. Or should I say, Mr. Plow?