“Stop everything! I don’t remember writing a check for bowling.” – C.M. Burns
“The memo says, “To my pal Poppin’ Fresh’.” – Mr. Smithers
“Ah, yes, that greedy grasping glob of chemicals.” – C.M. Burns
“Probably one of your ether induced hallucinations, sir. I’ll check the employee files to see who could pull off such an impersonation. . . . It was either Pops Freshenmeyer or Homer Simpson.” – Mr. Smithers
Happy Birthday Mike Scully!
“Well, I didn’t win. Here’s your pizza.” – Lionel Hutz
“But we did win!” – Marge Simpson
“That’s okay, the box is empty.” – Lionel Hutz
Happy birthday Brad Bird!
Also, Phil Hartman would’ve been 70 today. Happy birthday.
“How ya doin’ fellas?” – James Taylor
“With all due respect, Mr. Taylor, this isn’t the best time for your unique brand of bittersweet folk-rock. We have a potentially critical situation here. I’m sure you’ll understand.” – Buzz Aldrin
“Listen, Aldrin, I’m not as laid back as people think. Now, here’s the deal: I’m gonna play, and you’re gonna float there and like it.” – James Taylor
“Wasted away again in Margaritaville . . . ” – Shary Bobbins
“Searching for my lost shaker of salt . . . Oh, here it is.” – Barney Gumble
“Homer’s in the hospital! They think it’s his heart!” – Marge Simpson
“Oh, my God!” – Selma Bouvier
“What?” – Patty Bouvier
“Five cents off wax paper.” – Selma Bouvier
Happy birthday Julie Kavner!
“The county is threatening to take my Seymour away! Oh, we had another fight over the inflatable bath pillow. I kept screeching and screeching at him…” – Agnes Skinner
Happy Birthday Tress MacNeille!
“Officer, arrest the baby.” – C.M. Burns
“Yeah, right, pops, no jury in the world’s gonna convict a baby. . . . maybe Texas.” – Chief Wiggum
Happy Birthday Greg Daniels!
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(The crotch really does wear out too fast.)
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