Dead Homer Society

“We’re here for the tests.” – Armed Guard
“C’mon, Emma.” – National Testing Center Engineer

“Hey, Bart, you see that Caddy over there?” – Lou
“Uh-huh.” – Bart Simpson
“That’s Mayor Quimby’s car. Tonight his honor is, uh, polling the electorate.” – Lou
“How would you, ah, like a street named after you?” – Mayor Quimby

“Police officer? Well, I’ll be jiggered.” – Bart Simpson
“If you’d like to learn more, I could arrange for you to ride along in a police car for a night.” – Dr. J. Loren Pryor

“Hey! I don’t need you to get me into the back of a police car.” – Bart Simpson

“Seymour, I’ll bet you a steak dinner those books are still here. All we have to do is search every locker.” – Bart Simpson
“Oh, Bart, I’m not sure random locker searches are permitted by the Supreme Court.” – Principal Skinner
“Pfft, Supreme Court, what have they done for us lately?” – Bart Simpson
“Let’s move.” – Principal Skinner

“Here’s your scientifically selected career….” – Dr. J. Loren Pryor
“Architect.” – Janie
“Insurance salesman.” – Chuck
“Salmon gutter?” – Ralph Wiggum
“Military strongman!” – Milhouse van Houten
“Systems Analyst . . . Systems Analyst . . . Systems Analyst . . .” – Martin Prince
“Systems Analyst.” – Dr. J. Loren Pryor
“Alright!” – Martin Prince

“Wow! Can I see your club?” – Bart Simpson
“It’s called a baton, son.” – Lou
“Oh. What’s it for?” – Bart Simpson
“We club people with it.” – Lou

“Now, to show my gratitude, I want you to help yourself to an item of your choice.” – Principal Skinner
“Alright!” – Bart Simpson
“Ooh, now, you be careful with that crossbow.” – Principal Skinner
“I will.” – Bart Simpson