Bleeding Gums Murphy: My friends call me Bleedin' Gums. Lisa: Eww. How'd you get a name like that? Bleeding Gums Murphy: Well, let me put it this way. You ever been to the dentist? Lisa: Yeah. Bleeding Gums Murphy: Not me. I suppose I should go to one, but I got enough pain in my life as it is.
Homer: Where the hell are my keys? Who stole my keys? Come on, I'm late for work! (Lifts Maggie and looks underneath) Marge: Oh Homer, you'd lose your head if it weren't securely fastened to your neck. Bart: Did you check the den? Homer: The den! Great idea! (Homer heads into the den with Bart following him and Homer begins to pull couch apart.) Bart: Warm. No, cold. Colder. Ice cold. Homer: You know where my keys are? Bart: No, I'm talking about your breakfast.