Difference between revisions of "A Mid-Childhood Night's Dream/Quotes"

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Lisa: I drew you a picture.

Homer: Yes, she did. She drew it in pudding.

Marge: Fine, fine, fine.

Homer: Pudding mommy can stay.

Lisa: No kill pudding mommy!

Otter Homer: You know this is a dream, right? [plays didgeridoo]

Marge: Well, that would explain a lot.

Otter Homer: Yeah, in the waking world, I'm not great at didgeridoo.

Marge: So you can tell me what Lisa said about dreaming when you know you're dreaming?

Lisa: Yep. It's a scientifical concept called "Lucy dreaming." It was invented by sleep doctors from a country somewhere.

Lisa: Sometimes dad's a clown, sometimes a potato, sometimes a clown-potato. And sometimes, he's both of the Property Brothers.

Otter Homer: So that's why you're having nightmares. Bart is super rude and full of splinters.

Homer: Look, whatever Bart did, we'll pay to have it cleaned or replaced or for its therapy or...

Rayshelle Peyton: Bart hasn't done anything. I'm meeting with all the parents. Even the normal kids. Oh! Bart is normal. I-I mean, we don't say normal anymore, I mean... I-I'm talking to all the parents. You're not special. I-I mean, you are, but...

Ms. Peyton: Listen, I've taught fifth grade. Please buy your fifth-grader deodorant. Like, real deodorant, not the "natural" stuff. They may look like children, but they smell... like nervous cab-drivers.

Marge: I'm throwing up stuff I ate years ago. I think I saw wedding cake.

Homer: When I do stuff, I have a fear of missing out on missing out. FO-MOO-MO.

Lisa: The poet Kahlil Gibran once said: Parents are bows... Like bow-and-arrow bows? From which children are shot forth as an arrow-thingy. The bow doesn't feel sad when it sees how far and true the arrow flies.

Marge: Well, the bow feels a little sad. The bow doesn't want to lose touch and the arrow has never been great about answering texts.

Marge: So, what are you... like, my feelings police?

Chief Wiggum: No, I'm pretty sure I'm here because, deep down, you're attracted to me.The uniform, the low center of gravity, my thick, syrupy voice.

Marge: I don't think so. If anything, I'm into Eddie.

Chief Wiggum: Yeah, he's a beautiful man.

Marge: Oh, my gosh, that was a dream. I should have noticed that you were 17 feet tall.

Marge: You didn't say we had to buy bart deodorant next year.

Ms. Peyton: Oh, no, no, no, I did say that. That part is very important. Strong deodorant.