Burns Verkaufen der Kraftwerk

Posted by admin at 2:06 PM on Jun 25, 2015

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I've had it with this school, Skinner. Low test scores, class after class of ugly, ugly children… Yes! I am a citizen! Now which way to the welfare office? I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I work, I work. Yes! I am a citizen! Now which way to the welfare office? I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I work, I work. Please do not offer my god a peanut. Fire can be our friend; whether it's toasting marshmallows or raining down on Charlie.

Marge vs. Monorail

Thank you, steal again. And now, in the spirit of the season: start shopping. And for every dollar of Krusty merchandise you buy, I will be nice to a sick kid. For legal purposes, sick kids may include hookers with a cold. Duffman can't breathe! OH NO!

  • Marge, just about everything's a sin. Y'ever sat down and read this thing? Technically we're not supposed to go to the bathroom.
  • Can't you people take the law into your own hands? I mean, we can't be policing the entire city!
  • I've had it with this school, Skinner. Low test scores, class after class of ugly, ugly children…

Homer Alone

I've had it with this school, Skinner. Low test scores, class after class of ugly, ugly children… Don't kid yourself, Jimmy. If a cow ever got the chance, he'd eat you and everyone you care about! Inflammable means flammable? What a country.

Hurricane Neddy

Remember the time he ate my goldfish? And you lied and said I never had goldfish. Then why did I have the bowl, Bart? *Why did I have the bowl?* …And the fluffy kitten played with that ball of string all through the night. On a lighter note, a Kwik-E-Mart clerk was brutally murdered last night. And now, in the spirit of the season: start shopping. And for every dollar of Krusty merchandise you buy, I will be nice to a sick kid. For legal purposes, sick kids may include hookers with a cold. Hi. I'm Troy McClure. You may remember me from such self-help tapes as "Smoke Yourself Thin" and "Get Some Confidence, Stupid!" Oh, I'm in no condition to drive. Wait a minute. I don't have to listen to myself. I'm drunk.

  1. Uh, no, you got the wrong number. This is 9-1…2.
  2. Beer. Now there's a temporary solution.
Marge vs. Monorail

Marge, you being a cop makes you the man! Which makes me the woman — and I have no interest in that, besides occasionally wearing the underwear, which as we discussed, is strictly a comfort thing. Please do not offer my god a peanut. Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that's even remotely true! Ahoy hoy? Beer. Now there's a temporary solution.