Marge: Look at you go. Typedy-type-type-type!
Homer: Marge, I’m pulling an all nighter for my little girl. Put on a pot of coffee, drink it, and start making burgers.
Marge: Oh, some aniversary this is.
Homer: Oh I can’t stand seeing one of my children like this :closes Garage door over Lisa: Oh I can still hear her. I better do something.
reading an IOU note): ‘Dear Homer, I owe you one emergency donut, signed Homer.’ Bastard! He’s always one step ahead!
Reporter): Don’t you think it’s dangerous to send civilians into space?
(Homer): I’ll handle this…the only danger in space is if we land on the terrible Planet of the Apes…wait a minute…Statue of Liberty…that was our planet! You maniacs! You blew it up! Damn you! Damn you all to hell!
And my personal favorites:
Lisa): Dad! I had a bad dream!
(Homer): Oh Lisa. You just lay down and tell me all about it.
(Lisa): I know this sounds absurd, but I was dreaming that the Boogieman was chasing me and…
(Homer): AAHH! Boogieman!
[Runs to Bart’s room]
(Homer): Bart, I don’t want to alarm you, but we may have an ordeal involving a Boogieman or BoogieMEN in the house!
(Bart): Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!
(Marge): Homer, is this the way you pictured married life?
(Homer): Yup, pretty much. Except we drove around in a van solving mysteries.
Getting out of jury duty is easy. The trick is to say you’re prejudiced against all races.
Don’t worry. Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep… in a blender.
Homer): OK, brain. You don’t like me, and I don’t like you, but lets get through this thing and then I can continue killing you with beer.
(Homer’s brain): It’s a deal!