Bart: Well Dad, here's my report card. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.
Homer: A+!? You don't think much of me do you, boy?
Bart: No, sir.
Homer: You know a D turns into a B so easily. You just got greedy.

(writing home) Dear Mom and Dad, I no longer fear hell, because I've been to Kamp Krusty.

Lisa

Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been to Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan, and I can say without hyperbole that this is a million times worse than all of them put together. A group of school-aged Spartacuses have taken the camp by force. Three counsellors are missing, and presumed scared.

</i> Kent Brockman

Mr. Black: I'll take any questions you might have... you? And then uum.... one more.
Milhouse: Can we call you Uncle Blackie?
Mr. Black: No.. last question...

Bart: Hey... hands off my pickle!
Homer: I don't see your name on it, boy!
Bart: No, but--(Licks it)
Homer: Oh yeah? (Dunks in his milk) Checkmate!
Bart: Always thinking two moves ahead.

Bart: Krusty! This camp was a nightmare! They fed us gruel, they forced us to make wallets for export, and one of the campers was eaten by a bear!
Krusty: Oh my God!!
Bart: Well, actually, the bear just ate his hat.
Krusty: Was it a nice hat?
Bart: Oh yeah.
Krusty: Oh My God!!

Marge, am I crazy or is my back getting hairier?

Homer

Marge: Lisa, watch out for poison ivy. Remember, leaves of three, let it be.
Homer: Leaves of four, eat some more! (Laughs)

Bart: Oh dad! You're the best father a boy could ever have.
Homer: Thanks son. Now you've got little hands.. could you reach under the mower and pull out that skate?

All right! Three whole months of spaghetti-o's and daytime TV!

Otto

Bart: Mrs. Krabappel, if I don't get at least a "C" average I can't go to Kamp Krusty!
Mrs. Krabapple: Have a "D"-lightful summer.

Bart: I dreamt it was the last day of school!
Homer: Well it is!
Bart: Oh, how do I know this isn't some beautiful dream too?
(Homer punches Bart)
Bart: Ow! You know, a pinch is more traditional!

The Simpsons Season 4 Quotes

Marge: Homer, you do remember your promise to the children?
Homer: Sure do. When you're eighteen, you're out the door!

Marge: Lisa, watch out for poison ivy. Remember, leaves of three, let it be.
Homer: Leaves of four, eat some more! (Laughs)