Last Exit to Springfield

Posted by admin at 2:03 PM on Jun 25, 2015

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The Internet King? I wonder if he could provide faster nudity… 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. Jesus must be spinning in his grave! The Internet King? I wonder if he could provide faster nudity… How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?

Rosebud

Human contact: the final frontier. Get ready, skanks! It's time for the truth train! I like my beer cold, my TV loud and my homosexuals flaming. Son, a woman is like a beer. They smell good, they look good, you'd step over your own mother just to get one! But you can't stop at one. You wanna drink another woman! 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.

  • Marge, it takes two to lie. One to lie and one to listen.
  • Fire can be our friend; whether it's toasting marshmallows or raining down on Charlie.
  • Beer. Now there's a temporary solution.
  • Can't you people take the law into your own hands? I mean, we can't be policing the entire city!

Life on the Fast Lane

Son, a woman is like a beer. They smell good, they look good, you'd step over your own mother just to get one! But you can't stop at one. You wanna drink another woman! I've done everything the Bible says — even the stuff that contradicts the other stuff! 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!" Our differences are only skin deep, but our sames go down to the bone.

Radioactive Man

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. 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. Fire can be our friend; whether it's toasting marshmallows or raining down on Charlie. Oh, everything looks bad if you remember it. Ahoy hoy? What's the point of going out? We're just going to wind up back here anyway.

  1. Oh, loneliness and cheeseburgers are a dangerous mix.
  2. Yes! I am a citizen! Now which way to the welfare office? I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I work, I work.
  3. Your guilty consciences may make you vote Democratic, but secretly you all yearn for a Republican president to lower taxes, brutalize criminals, and rule you like a king!
Duffless

Marge, it takes two to lie. One to lie and one to listen. Inflammable means flammable? What a country. I like my beer cold, my TV loud and my homosexuals flaming. Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that's even remotely true! Kids, kids. I'm not going to die. That only happens to bad people.