I was born a no-goodnik, and I'll die a no-goodnik. This is Armin's life, and maybe it's not perfect, but at least I'm back where I belong. Homer: Can I see your copy of "Swank", Armin? Armin: Yes, you can. Armin: And I'm not Seymour, my name is Armin! This is Armin's apartment, Armin's liquor, Armin's copy of "Swank", Armin's frozen peas. Armin: My mind is made up! I'm not coming back and that's final! Edna: Oh, Seymour. Of course, if I knew there was a war going on, I probably would have apologized. Skinner: They gave me a choice: jail, the army, or apologize to the judge and old lady. Homer: (Thinking) Keep looking shocked and move slowly towards the cake. Homer: Not if they were called scumdrops. Marge: I'd sure hate to get a dozen crapweeds for Valentine's Day. Bart: Not if you called 'em stench blossoms. The Principal and the Pauper Lisa: A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Homer: Hey! Hey! HEY!! Worker: What? Homer: Your boss told you you're fired! Worker: I'll get him.īarney: All I remember about the last two months was giving a guest lecture at Villanova or maybe it was a street corner. Marge: Oh, Homer, of course you're going to have negative view of New York if all you focus on are the pimps and the CHUDs. Homer: And that's when the CHUDs came at me. Alfred: And where's my furshlugginer pastrami sandwiches? Bart: Wow! I will never wash these eyes again. I wanna see their drawings for the "New Kids on the Bleech". Woman: Listen, kid, you probably think lots of crazy stuff goes on in there, but this is just a place of business. Bart: Seriously, though, my name is Bart Simpson. We're buying our sign on the installment plan. I'll take a crab juice.īart: Excuse me, is this Mad Magazine? Woman: No, it's Mademoiselle. Homer: Now, what do you have to wash that awful taste out of my mouth? Klav Kalash vendor: Mountain Dew or crab juice. Homer: I'm gettin' out of this town alive if it kills me! Bart: Yeah, that's what people do in Russia. Lisa: Dad, you can't judge a place you've never been to. Whoever gets the black egg stays sober tonight. Everybody reach in and draw a pickled egg. We'll choose the same way they pick the Pope. Moe: Yeah, I know, I know, but the bad news is we gotta start having designated drivers. Moe: Yeah, alright, listen up, guys, the Springfield Police have told me that 91% of all traffic accidents are caused by you six guys. Barney: (comes out of the bathroom) Morning, Moe. Clear out fellas! (Hordes of mice run out of the bar as Homer, Barney, Lenny, Carl, and the two barflies walk in] Homer: Evening, Moe. Homer Simpson Moe: (checks his watch) Uh oh.
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