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A Fish Called Selma

Slow down, Bart! My legs don't know how to be as long as yours. When I held that gun in my hand, I felt a surge of power…like God must feel when he's holding a gun. Donuts. Is there anything they can't do? Ahoy hoy? You don't win friends with salad. Fat Tony is a cancer on this fair city! He is the cancer and I am the…uh…what cures cancer?

Burns Verkaufen der Kraftwerk

Can't you people take the law into your own hands? I mean, we can't be policing the entire city! I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me, Superman. Please do not offer my god a peanut. Duffman can't breathe! OH NO! You don't like your job, you don't strike. You go in every day and do it really half-assed. That's the American way. Oh, everything looks bad if you remember it.

  • Remember the time he ate my goldfish? And you lied and said I never had goldfish. Then why did I have the bowl, Bart? *Why did I have the bowl?*
  • But, Aquaman, you cannot marry a woman without gills. You're from two different worlds… Oh, I've wasted my life.
  • The Internet King? I wonder if he could provide faster nudity…

The Itchy and Scratchy and Poochie Show

Yes! I am a citizen! Now which way to the welfare office? I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I work, I work. You know, the one with all the well meaning rules that don't work out in real life, uh, Christianity. Whoa, slow down there, maestro. There's a *New* Mexico? And now, in the spirit of the season: start shopping. And for every dollar of Krusty merchandise you buy, I will be nice to a sick kid. For legal purposes, sick kids may include hookers with a cold.