Marge Says
Homer, you raided the college fund, the TV... Homer, you're driving a stake through the hearts of those who love you.

Do you want your son to be Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, or a sleazy male stripper?

Bart, stop pestering Satan!

You know, the courts may not be working any more, but as long as everyone is videotaping everyone else, justice will be done.

Just between us girls, he hasn't been this frisky in years!

Now lets all forget our troubles with a big bowl of strawberry ice cream!

You should listen to your heart, and not the voices in your head.

They need a good, stiff, all-purpose shoe. Something for church, but also for doctor's appointments, dental checkups, piano recitals, building dedications, visiting the elderly relatives, haircuts, and shoe shopping.

That's right. I'm a witch! And I'm the one who withered your livestock, soured your sheeps milk, and made your shirts itchy.

Let's come to our senses everyone! This witch-hunt is turning into a circus!

There's no shame in being a pariah.

Hey kids! I made your favorite cookies: Christmas trees for the girls and bloody spearheads for Bart.


Homer, you know how unpredictable the French are. One minute they're kissing a woman's hand, then next they're chopping off her head.

Oh, Homer, of course you'll have a bad impression of New York if you only focus on the pimps and the C.H.U.D.s

Lisa, I made you some homemade Pepsi for the dance; it's a little thick but the price is right.

I brought you a tuna sandwich. They say it's brain food. I guess because there's so much dolphin in it, and you know how smart they are.

Your character provides the comic relief, like Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now.

Homer, I've gone through seven years of receipts, and you've spent less on gifts for me than you have on temporary tattoos.

It's just until we pay off Daddy's desecration of a priceless artifact. I thought I'd never have to say that again.

It's time we opened up a can of whup-tushie on this situation.

I'm not wild about these high-risk ventures. They sound a little risky.

Lisa, hello! How are you doing in England? Remember and elevator is called a 'lift,' a mile is called a 'kilometer,' and botulism is called 'steak and kidney pie.'

You know, FOX turned into a hard-core sex channel so gradually, I didn't even notice.

Homer, don't take this personally, but I've obtained a court order to prevent you from planning this wedding.