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| Uh oh, the Germans are mad at me! I’m so scared! Oooh, the Germans! | |
-The painters moved your desk, sir.
-Ah, yes. | |
| That’s odd. Usually the blood gets off on the second floor. | |
| Smithers, come over here and help me write a mash note to my girlfriend. | |
-Careful Smithers! That Sponge has corners, you know.
-I’ll go find a spherical one. | |
| Oh, and—leave the costume. | |
| No, I can’t kill you either. Look at you: standing there, on your hind legs, like a couple of Rory Calhouns. | |
| Well, the Ape's going to stand around for three hours or so. Then we'll close with the ethnic comedy of Dugan and Dershowitz. | |
| Smithers, dismember the corpse and send his widow a corsage. | |
| Mattingly! I thought I told you to trim those sideburns! Go home! You’re off the team! For good! | |
| “Let’s all go to the lobby, let’s all go to lobby…” | |
| Look, Smithers: a bird has become petrified and lost its sense of direction. | |
| It was I, you fools! The man you trusted wasn't Wavy Gravy at all! And all this time, I've been smoking harmless tobacco! | |
| They sing without juicers. They sing without blenders. They sing without flunjers, capdabblers and smendlers! | |
| It was the best of times…it was the “blurst” of times? You stupid monkey! | |
| Smithers, come over here and help me write a mash note to my girlfriend. | |
| Smithers, dismember the corpse and send his widow a corsage. | |
-Careful Smithers! That Sponge has corners, you know.
-I’ll go find a spherical one. | |
| Well, the Ape's going to stand around for three hours or so. Then we'll close with the ethnic comedy of Dugan and Dershowitz. | |
| I said HOP IN. | |
| As you can see, this old place is falling apart. | |
| There must be some mistake. We, uh—we make cookies here. Mr. Burns’ Old Fashioned Good Times, Extra Chewy… | |
| “Let’s all go to the lobby, let’s all go to lobby…” | |
| Oh, and—leave the costume. | |
| I like to put my feet up. | |
| Look, Smithers: a bird has become petrified and lost its sense of direction. | |
-The painters moved your desk, sir.
-Ah, yes. | |
| That rib always breaks. | |
-Smithers, have the Rolling Stones killed.
-But sir, those aren’t the—
-Do as I say! | |
| That’s odd. Usually the blood gets off on the second floor. | |
| Mattingly! I thought I told you to trim those sideburns! Go home! You’re off the team! For good! | |
| Are you saying ”boo” or “boourns”? | |
| Uh oh, the Germans are mad at me! I’m so scared! Oooh, the Germans! | |
-You’re going down, my friend.
-Yes sir, Mr. Burns. | |
| Hello, my name is Mr. Snrub. And I come from…some place far away. | |
| No, I can’t kill you either. Look at you: standing there, on your hind legs, like a couple of Rory Calhouns. | |
| That fellow at Radio Shack said I was mad! Well, who’s mad now? Mwahahahahahaha! | |
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Spielberg: Close-up
