Difference between revisions of "Weekend at Burnsie's/Quotes"

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Marge: I've tried heckling them, I've tried jeckling them, it's time I made myself a scarecrow.

Homer: Say doctor, can you do something about my searing pain?

Dr. Hibbert: Well, there is a medication, although it's a little... controversial.

Homer: Does it go in the butt?

Dr. Hibbert: I'm talkin' about medicinal marijuana. Prescription pot. Texas T-H-C.

Homer: Look, man. I don't do drugs.

Dr. Hibbert: Homer, for your eyes, the best tonic is chronic.

Homer: For me, the sixties ended that day in nineteen seventy-eight.

Homer: Okay, let's see: "Toke as needed. Caution: objects may appear more edible than they actually are."

Marge: [on phone] Hello?

Homer: Marge, I just realized: I am the "ow" in the word "now". And if you tell anyone...

Marge: Honey, I like it when you call, but we just talked five minutes ago. Hang on, I've got call waiting. [click] Hello?

Homer: Hey, it's me. I got Marge on the other line and she is totally bumming me out.

Marge: Hmmmm.

Ned Flanders: Hidilly-hey, Homer!

Homer: Oh my God, this dude does the best Flanders! You got the mustache and the didilly... Okay, now do Wiggum.

Ned: [chuckles nervously] Homer, i-i-it's me, Ned.

Homer: Oh-ho-ho-ho right, the God dude. Hey, I got a question for you. "Could Jesus microwave a burrito so hot, that He Himself could not eat it?"

Ned: Well, sir, of course He could... but then again... Wow, as melon-scratchers go, that's a honey-doodle.

Homer: Oops! I thought this was the can, man. [giggles]

Mr. Burns: Well, you're a Happy Homer. What's your name, young man?

Homer: You just said it! [laughs hard]

Mr. Burns: Well, if you liked that, listen to this: "Working hard... or hardly working?"

Homer: [laughs uncontrollably]

Mr. Burns: Smithers, you could learn a thing or two from this braying moron. Young man, I'm making you my executive vice president.

Smithers: Sir, I believe that position was informally promised to me...

Mr. Burns: Oh Smithers, I would have said anything to get your stem cells. Now, welcome aboard.

Homer: [touches Burns' face] You're covered with a very fine fuzz.

Marge: Homer, it's over. I want you to look at your children and promise them you will never do drugs again.

Homer: All right. I'll do it for my kids.

Bart: As long as you're doin' things for me, would you tie up your bathrobe when you walk around the house.

Homer: Never!

Moe: Look, I, I'm really glad you're off the wacky tobacky.

Lenny: Yeah, you were gettin' all spacey and everything. We were gonna have an intervention.

Carl: Yeah, but at the planning party I got alcohol poisoning. Heh. I nearly died.

[Moe, Carl and Lenny laugh]

Moe: I was already makin' excuses not to go to your funeral.

Homer: It's been three days. And my mind is clearer, my sperm count is up, and I'm able to recognize simple shapes and patterns.

Lisa: Dad, you just said that three minutes ago.

Homer: Oh, man. Oh, man. We killed Mr. Burns. Mr. Burns is gonna be so mad.

Bill Clinton: So when somebody says I was an embarrassment to the country, I say it depends on what the meaning of "was" is, jerk. You owe me two hundred thousand dollars. Goodnight, everybody!

Homer: Bill Clinton, everyone! He's Jimmy Carter with a Fox attitude.