I got the idea from every movie ever made.

Lisa

If you're watching this, your love life is like Sister Act 3 - no Whoopi.

Dr. Kissingher

Moe: And that's that. Another story in the classic infallible three-act structure. Good enough for Aristotle, good enough for The Simpsons.
Lisa: Mr. Szyslak I have feeling there's going to be one more act to this story.
Moe: Well I'm not hanging around for that. Pfftt. Four acts.

Mayor Quimby: We will now hear suggestions for the disbursement of the two million dollars.
Lisa: Don't you mean three million dollars?
Mayor Quimby: (looks around nervously, adjusts his tie) Of course. How silly of me.

King Julio: (about Lenny) Guards take him away and put things inside of him!
Guard: Nice things?
Julio: No, not nice things!

Joey Ramone: I'd just like to say this gig sucks.
Johnny Ramone: Hey, up yours Springfield. One, two, three, four!
Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday Burnsy.
The Ramones: Happy birthday to you!
C.J. Ramone: Go to Hell you old bastard.
Marky Ramone: Hey, I think they liked us!
Mr. Burns: Have the Rolling Stones killed.
Smithers: But sir, those aren't--
Mr. Burns: Do as I say!

Mmmm...chocolate!...D'oh! Mmmm...chocolate!...D'oh! Marge! We need some more vanilla, chocolate and strawberry ice cream!

Homer

Mr. Burns: I specifically said, no geeks!
Milhouse: But my mom says I'm cool...

Lisa: But I promised Paul McCartney I wouldn't eat meat.
Lunchlady Doris: And I promised Paul McCartney I wouldn't sleep with John.

I've been working on a plan. During the exam, I'll hide under some coats, and hope that somehow everything will work out.

Homer

Bart: Rod, Todd, this is God!
Rod: How did you get on the radio?
Bart: What do you mean "how did I get on the radio?" I created the universe, stupid kid.
Todd: Forgive my brother, we believe you!
Bart: Walk through the wall; I will remove it for you! (bumps) laterha, ha, ha!

Trust me Bart, it's better to walk in on both your parents than on just one of them.

Milhouse

The Simpsons Quotes

Larry: What you got riding on this?
Homer: My daughter.
Larry: What a gambler!

Maggie? Oh, you must be sick. Let's see, what's old Dr. Washburn prescibe? Do you have dropsy? The grippe? Scofula? The vapors? Jungle rot? Dandy fever? Poor man's gout? Housemaid's knee? Climatic poopow? The staggers? Dum-dum fever?

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