The Return of Xt'tapalatakettle/Quotes

Quotes

Homer: Marge... ...I'm having that dream again... ...the one where there's a crazy old Aztec guy in the kitchen eating all our leftovers.

Marge: Did you have the salami?

Homer: The salami...? No! I don't... You said not to--- So I--! Yes.

Marge: You always dream about Aztecs when you have midnight salami. Now go to sleep.

Homer: Hey! You're that Aztec guy from my dreams.

Lisa: Olmec, dad! Are the differences obvious only to me?

Homer: This is great! if he's standing over there... ...then it means I'm still dreaming! I'll see ya later, Marge! I'm driving to work naked! Woo-hoo!

Lisa: So we need to borrow your garage, and maybe some more Christmas lights if you have them.

Ned Flanders: Happy to help, neighborinos, but why can't you use your own perky parking space?

Lisa: Dad drove throguh the garage door earlier, and it's still smoldering.

Ned: I guess that is a dilly of a pickle. So what mischief are you minchkins making?

Bart: There's this witch doctor in our house that wants me to join his native cult.

Lisa: And we want to convince him that his pagan God has returned to Earth, and that he wants Bart left alone. So... ...we need a space with a crossbeam and an outlet.

Ned: Well, Lisa, I gotta tell you, I don't like messing around with a man's deeply held relious convictions. But you say this man's a heathen... ...so okily-dokely.

Marge: Homer, you're dripping beer on the carpet.

Homer: So? I went swimming naked at the Duff Brewery, and they tossed me out... ...just like they always do, crummy dream.

Marge: You're not having a dream, Homer.

Marge: Mr. Burns.

Mr. Burns: There's no time to be subtle. Hurry along, Smithers.

Waylon Smithers: I have min my hands a check for $750, the cost of a one-way ticket to Qu'axialquotak in South America. And cab fare to the airport.

Marge: That's so generous... but why?

Waylon Smithers: We recently discovered that the doodering antiquity standing behind you is 142-years-old... ...making him the oldest living man in Springfield... ...instead of Mr. Burns.

Mr. Burns: That complimentary birthday swirlee at Phineas Q. Butterfat's is mine, your churlish pretender!