The Girl Who Slept Too Little/Quotes
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Ned Flanders: [awakened by stamp museum construction] "It's seven A.M.! What are they cock-a-doodley-doing?"
[Walking through the cemetery, Lisa tries to talk herself out of being scared.]
Lisa: "If Scooby-Doo has taught me anything, it's that the only thing to fear are crooked real estate developers."
Lisa: There's no such thing as zombies.
Bart: I'm glad to hear you say that, because the one who doesn't believe in zombies is always the first to get feasted upon.
Alexander Graham Bell: I'm Alexander Graham Bell, inventor of the telephone.
Elisha Gray: You stole it from me, Elisha Gray.
Alexander Graham Bell: Read the patent number, bitch!
Homer: That Dr. Hibbert was so boring! "Homer, we've got to get that lump checked out", "Homer, we must discuss your test results", "Homer, we've gotta find you a donor." Blah, blah, blah.
Marge: Hmmm, this is a little too spooky for me. I don't even like watching the Count on Sesame Street.
Count von Count: (on "Sesame Street" that Maggie is watching) One coconut. Two coconuts. Three coconuts! (laughs)
Marge: Go back to your own country!
Homer: I can't believe it took us forty minutes to get here. Why can't they build a stamp museum closer to our house?
Lisa: Dad, you fought tooth and nail to get it away from our house.
Homer: Lisa, when you have as many concussions as I have, consistency is … something, something … I love you, Bart.
Lou [to Eddie] I actually got into law school...I just couldn't afford it.
Eddie: Quiet; I hear something.
Lou: Yeah, that's my life slipping away.
Homer: Two! Four ! Six ! Eight! I hate stamps! They aren't great! [There's no reaction from the protesting people] Okay... How about this? Seven! Four! Three! One! Oh wait, that's my PIN number. Everyone forget that! [everyone writes down Homer's PIN number]
Marge: What if we show Lisa we can sleep in her room without being frightened?
Homer: (suggestively) Ok, Marge. But don't be surprised if a "Snuggle Monster" shows up.
Marge: Well, I hope he's accompanied by the "How Was Your Day Monster", and the "Footrub Monster", and the "Let Me Just"...
Homer: (flatly) Don't worry, he's not showin' up.
Marge: (to Lisa) Tonight I want you to really try to sleep in your own bed, because it… (Homer is flying a remote control helicopter around Marge's head) Homer, stop that!
Homer: There's a little plastic man in your hair, and I'm trying to rescue him. (salutes) No soldier left behind.
Homer: We're back in the only safe bedroom in the house.
Lisa: What about Bart's room?
Homer: You know that racecar bed I made him?
Lisa: Yeah.
Homer: The brakes are shot! [scene goes to Bart's racecar bed out of control]
[After Bart's racecar bed crashes through Homer and Marge's bedroom]
Homer: Learn to drive, boy!
Lisa: Groundskeeper Willie?
Gravedigger Billy: No, I'm his cousin, Gravedigger Billy. I've been digging graves for thirty years and I've never buried anyone alive. If I did they'd ring this bell. (bell rings) Oh, that's just the wind. (hand comes out of ground) That's just a tree branch... with a nice watch on it! (takes the watch and beats the hand with his shovel)
