Mayored to the Mob/Quotes
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- Mark Hamill: Homer... Use the for--
- Homer: The Force?
- Mark Hamill: The forks! Use the forks!
- (Neil Armstrong, to his publicist, regarding his lack of popularity at the convention)
- Neil Armstrong: This is one small stop towards firing your ass!
- Mayor Quimby: You call yourselves bodyguards? You're fired!
- Ernie: Fired, huh? Who else you gonna find to take a bullet for ya?
- Big Tom: Or have his genitals hooked up to a car battery?
- Quimby: I'll tell ya who! Him!
- (Quimby points to Homer, standing with his family)
- Homer: Woo-hoo!
- Marge: Homer, I don't think you were listening to what he just--
- Homer: (sternly) I said, woo-hoo.
- (Leavelle pretends to fire a rifle at a watermelon on a podium. Homer dives in front of the bullet's path)
- Homer: Nooo!
- (Homer tumbles to the ground and Leavelle walks over)
- Leavelle: Well. your dive wasn't bad, but I just didn't believe your "Nooo!" You gotta sell it! Remember, your "Nooo!" is what gets you your next job. Now drop and give me twenty.
- Homer: (Dramatically) NOOOOOO!!!!
- Leavelle: Better.
- Marge: Oh, for Pete's sake.
- Homer: (into walkie-talkie ) The pig is in the poke.
- Marge: You know, I really don't care for that code-name.
- Homer: Look out, Marge! Cat!
(he tackles Marge to the ground, sending oranges rolling)
- Marge: I know you're excited about starting a new job, but could you just ... relax for now?
- Homer: (To Bart and Lisa) Hold it, What's your clearence?
- Bart: We just wanna get a snack
- Homer: Access denied.
- Bart: But dad-- (Homer pinches Bart and Lisa in the shoulder and sending into the floor asleep)
- Marge: Homer, I don't wanna you using your new sleeper holder on the children.
- Homer: They'll be fine in half an hour.
- Marge: (scoffs) That's not the point that's not the point. And another thing, I asked you to take out the garbage three days ago, and you still haven't--- (Homer pinches her in the shoulder sending her into the floor asleep)
- Homer: (looking at a sleeping Marge, Bart and Lisa and looks at his watch) Hmm. Still half an hour till dinner. Oh well. (Pinches himself in the shoulder and fells into the floor and hits the table) OW!
- (Homer slaps the milk out of Bart's hands)
- Bart: Hey my Milk! I traded my milk for that!
- Lisa: Dad what a nice surprise (attempts to kiss him)
- Homer: Get that away from me! Kids i don't wanna you drinking anymore milk! Ever!
