Homer: Boy, those pies look good. Woman: Open your gullet, you human blob! Homer: *scoffs pie* Lisa: Well? What d'ya think? Homer: What do I think
Rainier Wolfcastle: Mein bratwurst has a first name, It's F-R-I-T-Z, Mein bratwurst has a second name,
Spread yellow gunk on my pancake heart Country churned girl in my grossery cart I paid for her dreams She taught me to cry Like watery knives Like rain
[Bonus Track] Well its 9pm and you still haven't called me back And if I try again I think youll feel like you under attack I dont think I can take
Sometimes the breaks don't go my way Sometimes there's no good news today Sometimes it all just hits the wall Sometimes I think it's all my fault But
Grandpa: You know? You remind me of a poem I can't remember and a song that may never have existed and a place I'm not sure I've ever been to. A soft
Pain is brown Hate is white Love is black Stab the night Kingdom of numb Closet of hurt Feelings are dumb Kisses are dirt
Homer: Someday you'll thank me for this son Bart: Not bloody likely Homer: No It's true. You know when I was a boy a really wanted a catchers mit but
Without a Mayor Quimby, our town would really stink, We wouldn't have a tire yard, or a mid-size roller rink. We wouldn't have our gallows, or our shiny
While shopping for some cans, An old man passed away. He floated up toward Heaven, But got lost along the way. Now he's the love-matic Grampa. The
Homer: Oy, the way the Bee Gee's played, Marge: Movies John Travolta made, Homer: Guessing how much Elvis weighed, Homer & Marge: Those
Homer: Ahh! Find me a little quiet time to read some of my old favourites. Honey Roasted Peanuts! Salt, Artificial Honey Roasting Agents Pressed Peanut
Ned/Stanley: You're a dame and I'm a fella. Marge/Blanche: Stanley, stop, or I'll tell Stella. Ned/Stanley: All I want is one embrace. Marge/Blanche
Homer: Oh, I want to be in that rumba, When the saints go over there. Oh over there! Oh over there!
Apu: You see, whether igloo, hut, or lean-to, or a geodesic dome, There's no structure I have been to, which I'd rather call my home. When I first arrived
Rachel (spoken): This is a love song about dude I met in a sleazy motel... A dude named God! Rachel: In a motel room in Delacroix, I was drinking like
Homer: There was nothing in Al Capone's vault, But it wasn't Geraldo's fault! D'oh!
Lurleen: You work all day, for some old man, Sweat and break your back, Then you go home to your castle, But your queen won