G.I. (Annoyed Grunt)/Quotes
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Milhouse: Bart, can we go to Banana Republic? There's a mannequin there I have a crush on.
Bart: Milhouse, that is the most pathetic thing I've ever . . . (sees the mannequin) Oh my God, she's beautiful!
Principal Skinner: I'd do anything for my beloved Army.
Army Recruiter: How about re-enlisting?
Principal Skinner: How about you bite me?
Homer: Hey baby. Ya like obstacle courses?
Moe: Heh, heh. This is the first time I ever watered down my liquor!
Lenny: Moe, why are your eyes darting back and forth like that?
Homer: How would you like to be stacked naked in a pile and while a hillbilly girl points and laughs at you?
Cletus: That was our last Christmas card!
Army Recruiter: Yo! I don't know which one I dig more: Hip-hop, Crunk or serving my country.
Jimbo: Are you guys hitting on us?
Army Recruiter: We just want to talk to you about something near and dear to us.
Dolph: What? Being gay?
Army Recruiter: Close. The Army.
Marge: Homer, our son joined the army!
Homer: Yeah, big deal. By the time Bart is 18, we're gonna control the world… We're China, right?
Lisa: Fur is murder! (Splashes blood on him) When's the Krusty movie coming out?
Krusty: Ugh, this [fur suit]'s ruined. (To assistant) Give me the backup. Now the babies. And the monkey head mittens. Yeah, I'm a real class act.
Army Private: Sir, you can't just invade an American city without authorization.
Colonel: Yes, I can. Congress slipped it into the National Broccoli Day proclamation
Army Sergeant: Gentleman, I'm going to be frank; never before has the Army accepted recruits with such low test scores.
Homer: That's an odd way to start handing out medals.
(Homer peers out of a manhole cover at oncoming tanks)
Homer: Bring it on chumps! (The tank runs over the manhole he's peeping out of) Oooh! Fingers, fingers, fingers!
Homer (to the drill instructor): Are you going to ask us our major malfunctions?
Chalmers: Ugh, I'm not bald, I'm balding. Why doesn't anyone honour the ding?
Skinner: I honour the ding, sir.
Chalmers: What the hell are you talking about?
Marge: Don't worry. I have a secret weapon. One more deadly then any gun.
Bart: Lisa's face?
Marge: A phone tree.
