Lisa The Tree Hugger

Bart:256? [Groans] And I'm stuck with this useless 252.

Gamestation 252:Don't destroy me. I can still make you happy... to the max! Here's a headline for Jay. 'Ketchup Truck Hits Hamburger Stand.' [Laughs]

Bart:Mom, can I have 200 bucks for a 256-K Gamestation? That's less than a dollar a K.

Marge · Bart:Marge's thrift song about putting money in your cap, interrupted by 'I don't have a cap.'

Homer · Bart:You want money? Get a job like your old man. / So now you're smarter than your old man, huh? / I guess. / I like your attitude. Take what you need.

Bart:You're paying me in hair? Are you insane?

Apu:You take these. You hang Thai menu on door. I get more business. Send daughters to small liberal arts college - Swarthmore, maybe Sarah Lawrence. Call professors by first name. Hah!

Unnamed character:Hey, hey! No menus- Or I'll cut you like a box along the flaps!

Apu:Now restaurant fail... children go to state college. Serious students powerless against drunken 'jockocracy.' Baseball hats everywhere!

Apu:Menu boy no be coward like shrimp. Menu boy be brave like prawn.

Apu:Leave no footprint, only lunch specials.

Bart · Lisa · Bart:I don't know. A million? / You're ruining the earth! / True, but I 'gots' to get paid.

Bart:Hey, some people in this family are doers, and some are 'don't-ers.'

Homer:I knew this day would come. The cows are taking back what's theirs.

Police officer:Get back in. It's only funny with a small car.

Police Chief Wiggum:Take out the mother cow. The rest will follow.

Protester · Lou:You can't silence the truth with beanbags! / That's nice work with the 'bag-zooka.' Gotta love what you do, Chief.

Chief Wiggum · Lou · Wiggum:All right, cow boy. I'll see you in 'moo-nicipal' court. / Good one, Chief. / What? What'd I say?

Marge:He'd be cute if he weren't so idealistic.

News Anchor:The group is led by teenage activist Jesse Grass... a 'dreadlocked' dreamboat whose 'Birken stock' is on the rise.

Homer:Ah, the Luftwaffe- The Washington Generals of the History Channel.

Bart:First comes love, then comes- Um- Damn it, I know this.

Homer:Hey, I get enough flaming toilet paper thrown on me at home.

Lisa · Jesse:You do yoga? / Yeah, but I started before it was cool.

Jesse:I'm a level-five vegan. I won't eat anything that casts a shadow.

Jesse · Jesse:Only at home? You mean you don't pocket-mulch? / Oh, it's so decomposed.

Jesse:Well, we might have an opening at the poseur level.

Homer:No. I like to save the environment my own way. [Tires Squealing]

Apu:50,000 for Thai menus. Daughter on wait list at Bennington.

Rich Texan:Sold to the rich Texan. Yee-haw! [Whooping]

Jesse:Not for a Phish concert, not even for Burning Man.

Homer · Marge · Homer:Look at these refugees. How about a smile? / They've undergone terrible hardships. / Well, moping won't make it better.

Homer · Marge · Homer:Marge, she's gonna narc on our stash. / We don't have a stash. / No. Of course not.

Lisa:Maybe I could just circulate a petition.

Lisa:Oh, I didn't think it would be so high. Maybe I could just circulate a petition.

Jesse · Lisa · Jesse:Hang in there, Laura! / It's Lisa! / Right! Lisa. You're hard core.

Homer · Homer · Homer:This is your fault, with your nonthreatening, Bobby Sherman-style good looks. / No girl could resist your charms. / I'm sorry. I wasn't listening. I was lost in your eyes.

Homer · Jesse:This is your fault, with your nonthreatening, Bobby Sherman-style good looks. No girl could resist your charms. I'm sorry. I wasn't listening. I was lost in your eyes.

News Anchor:Excuse me. That's 'littlest' tree hugger. And whether you love or hate her politics... you've gotta go gawk at this crazy idiot.

News Anchor:Excuse me. That's 'littlest' tree hugger. And whether you love or hate her politics... you've gotta go gawk at this crazy idiot.

Bart (reading letter):Mom is calling rescue agencies... Dad is building a giant ladder... but it is of poor quality.

Lisa:Ew. Someone's been marking their territory.

Reporter · Kent Brockman · Reporter:We found her sleeping bag right here. Our working theory is that the lightning exploded her. / You don't get to say that! / Back to you, Kent.

Field Reporter:I'm afraid it doesn't look good, Kent. We found her sleeping bag right here. Our working theory is that the lightning exploded her.

Jesse:I loved Lisa Simpson- Loved her like a shrub. And I would give anything to see her sweet face again.

Jesse:But in death, she will do more for our cause than she ever could have done in life.

Jesse:But in death, she will do more for our cause than she ever could have done in life.

Rich Texan:That's why in memory of that poor little girl... I'm turning this entire forest into the Lisa Simpson Wilderness Preserve.

Marge:This family has had nothing but bad luck when it comes to farce.

Homer:[High-pitched Voice] Come in.

Principal Skinner · Bart · Skinner:So, Bart, our school policy... is to give students in your situation straight A's. / Get out! What's the catch? / The tragic loss of your sister.

Principal Skinner · Bart:So, Bart, our school policy... is to give students in your situation straight A's. / Get out! What's the catch? / The tragic loss of your sister.

Moe:Homer, uh, booze is on the house... seeing as how Lisa is, um- Oh, how do I put this? Ridin' the midnight train to slab city.

Lisa's Voice (Homer):Dear Moe, if anything should ever happen to me... I want you to tear up my dad's tab... and pour cocktail onions... down your pants.

Moe:Well, I ain't never said no to a dead girl yet.

Homer:Don't touch it! They can clone her from the spit.

Rich Texan:the world's 'rootin'est,' 'tootin'est,' 'pollutin'est' amusement park!

Apu:[Apu] It was Lisa's dream.

Lisa:I'm not dead-And neither is my sense of moral outrage.

Lisa · Bart · Lisa:I don't get it. / What? / Oh, right- I don't have super powers... just yet.

Apu:No! It was finger Ling-Ling good.

Rich Texan:Yee-haw! Score one for the bad guys. [Laughs]

Jesse · Death Row Inmate:I even got 'em to install a solar-powered electric chair. / Dude, we've been here all morning. Could you at least re-moisten my head sponge?

Chorus:The song with multiple puns: 'This log is your log / When lightning struck it / It kicked the bucket / I poured some onions / Inside my trousers'