“Did you make any money?” – Marge Simpson
“Not yet, but at least I’m in a lot of pain.” – Bart Simpson
“Oh, well, I think what you’re doing for Mrs. Glick is very nice. The poor old thing doesn’t have anybody.” – Marge Simpson
“There’s a reason.” – Bart Simpson
Happy birthday James L. Brooks!
“One more step and you’re a dead man.” – Bart Simpson
“I have to go to the bathroom, Bart.” – Martin Prince
“Yeah, right, so do I, but you don’t see me gettin’ up.” – Bart Simpson
“No, not the iodine! Burn the germs off with a torch! Amputate my arm! But not the . . . ahhhhhh!” – Bart Simpson
“Any questions?” – Buddy “Fallout Boy” Hodges
“When Radioactive Man got injected with shrinking serum in issue two-thirty-four, how come his costume shrinks too?” – Milhouse van Houten
“I am sure I don’t know. But I did just finish playing Rum Tum Tugger in the second national touring company of Cats. Anybody see it?” – Buddy “Fallout Boy” Hodges
“Jack, please, I’m married.” – Soap Opera Woman
“That must be what’s turning me on.” – Jack
“Oh, stop it . . . some more . . .” – Soap Opera Woman
“Filthy. . . . But genuinely arousing.” – Mrs. Glick
Happy birthday James L. Brooks!
“Cool, what’s that?” – Bart Simpson
“My very own idea for a comic book, little man! It’s about a dude who drives a school bus by day, but by night fights vampires in a post-apocalyptic war zone!” – Otto
“Homer, it’s really coming down. Could you check on the boys?” – Marge Simpson
“They’re fine.” – Homer Simpson
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(The crotch really does wear out too fast.)
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