The Simpsons
Sundays 8:00 PM on FOXThe Simpsons Season 3 Episode 5: "Homer Defined" Quotes
Computer Voice: 90 seconds to core meltdown.
Smithers: Sir there may never be a better time to say...I love you, sir.
Mr. Burns: Well, hot dawg. Thank you for making my last moments on earth socially awkward.
Smithers: Sir, where's my radiation suit?
Mr. Burns: How the hell should I know? (as he covers the "Smithers" label on the suit he's wearing)
Okay, okay, don't panic, whosever problem this is, I'm sure they know how to handle it... (realizing) Aah! It's my problem! We're doomed!
Martin: Milhouse, I'd like to express my appreciation for Saturday. Jelly bean basket, personalized noisemakers. But the little touches are what made it enduring!
Bart: What's he talking about?
Milhouse: Uh... Hey! Look at that dog! Isn't that something!
Bart: Wow, brown!
Bart: One, two, three... Community Chest.... nah, nah... ah! I've won second prize in a beauty contest, collect ten bucks, ha ha, you're losing!
Marge: Bart, don't feed your sister hotels.
Bart: Don't worry, there's tons of these things.
Apu: Did you notice that there is a kid on your bus?
Otto: Glad you told me. I was about to go to Mexico.
Who'd have thought a nuclear reactor would be so complicated!
They're official Krusty the Clown walkie-talkies! I'll keep one and you keep one. Now, whenever you want to talk to me, just call me on the phone and tell me to turn on my walkie-talkie.
Bart
Homer: Here's good news! According to this eye-catching article, SAT scores are declining at a slower rate!
Lisa: Dad, I think this paper is a flimsy hodgepodge of pie graphs, factoids and Larry King.
Homer: Hey, this is the only paper in America that's not afraid to tell the truth, that everything is just fine.
Well Marge, the other day Milhouse told me my Meatloaf sucks! He must have gotten that from your little boy, because they certainly don't say that word on TV.
Luanne
Oh "meltdown". That's one of those annoying buzz words. We prefer to call it an un-requested fission surplus.
Mr. Burns
Mr. Burns: Well, Smithers, I guess there is nothing left but to kiss my sorry butt goodbye.
Smithers: May I, sir?
