Frycooks of the Caribbean/Quotes

Quotes

Marge: Are you sure you know what you're doing, Homer?

Homer: Look, Marge, you may be the queen of the kitchen, but here in the backyard I'm the... Something really cool and bossy of the grill, okay?

Homer: Kids, your mother's going to paint on some new eyebrows, and we're all going out to eat!

Lisa: First, we have yo put Grampa out.

Bart: Stop, drop, and roll, old man!

Grampa: And I still say it's chilly! Oh! Oh!

Grampa: Are we there? My bladder won't empty itself. Oh. I guess it will.

Captain McCallister: Our first port-o-call was Marseilles, where we took on a cargo o' bottled French water. Then Rotterdam and a hold filled with powerful Dutch mints. And on t'Hamsterstaad for a load o' hamsters, never knowin' them cute little furballs would be our doom.

Captain McCallister: Rogue waves broached us and tumbled out stowage like the last triscuits shaken from the box. That's when those damnable hellspawn were released. First, they lapped up gallons o' that French sparklin' water. Then they stuffed their furry little bellies with them mints. They swelled like the head of a first-time winner on Oscar night.

Chowder Jackson: Skipper! Our worst fears are realized!

Captain McCallister: Yar. That barmaid in Rangoon were a man?

Chowder Jackson: The hamsters! They're bloatin' fit to bust the hull!

Captain McCallister: Arr. Ye worry like a woman. A real one.

Jamaican cremate: To de lifeboats, mons!

Captain McCallister: Arr. I sold the lifeboats to buy more hamsters.

Captain McCallister: My secret shame, the one I sent to the bottom of the briny deep drops anchor, revealin' that me life is but a lie.

Homer: Um... breadsticks?

Chowder Jackson: Chowder Jackson. Back from that squall-blasted strip o' sandy hell ye condemned me to all them years ago!

Captain McCallister: I meant to tell them you were on the island... But I had to renew me driver's license and catch up on six months of e-mail and--

Chowder Jackson: And now me and the Lisa Marie are back! To exact our terrible revenge!

Captain McCallister: Yar. Forty lashes?

Bart: Keelhauled with his pants down?

Homer: Um... Pushed off a building... No... Shot with a really big gun... No...

Chowder Jackson: Them's too dainty a fate for your crimes, skipper! Instead I'm opening the Lisa Marie as a restaurant in direct competition with your own!

Homer: Multiply! Multiply now! Go on! Do it! Ooooh! These lobsters are gay!

Lisa: It's not that. Lobsters have a twelve-month gestation period.

Bart: That's almost a year!

Homer: Well, we should feel good about this. Once again theft and sabotage have saved a local business.