The Blunder Years

Marge:Putting away groceries, it's like unwrapping presents from yourself. Fruit Roll-Ups for Bart. Beer Roll-Ups for Homer.

Marge · Maggie:Burly? I bought the wrong brand, Maggie.

Marge:Look at those massive plaid shoulders! Look at that absorbativity!

Homer · Marge:I came home as quick as I could. What's going on? Watch what happens when I spill this blue liquid.

Bart · Marge:You pulled me out of school for this? Absolutely. You're about to get a lesson in value.

Marge:Ooh, Burly, you're insatiable.

Marge:Oh, Burly, you're so rugged and manly.

Homer:Marge, a bee almost stung me today. I felt the wind go right by my ear.

Homer:Fantasize, Marge. Fantasize about Burly.

Homer:Ooh! Mama Celeste. You touch me and I cut you.

Homer as Mama Celeste:Homer, I'll tell you what I told Redford. It ain't gonna happen.

Homer:Marge hasn't asked me for a signed photo in months.

Homer:Hello. This is Chad Sexington, the model for Burly Paper Towels.

Homer · Bart:I was having a private conversation with my wife in the guise of Chad Sexington. Do you mind?

Homer:Tonight? Well, you better get your hopes up.

Barney:Why, look. It's Chad Sexington! Hey, baby! I'm that guy you like.

Barney:Congratulations. I feel ridiculous.

Barney:It was hard on me, too. I had to wear a suit.

Homer:How about Benihana, where dinner is the show?

Lisa · Bart:I like the ones where nothing catches on fire. Yeah. Nothing is hurt except feelings.

Mesmerino · Homer:Well, what's the matter with you, champ? You couldn't find a date?

Professor Frink:Glayvin! That's a powerful... Whoa! Hold it 'cause it's different!

Professor Frink:Hey, cupcake, listen good. I want you to swallow that gum and meet me in the coatroom, in five, four, three, two, now.

Professor Frink:Oh, dear. I've redorkulated.

Mesmerino:Hey, smart move, Four-Eyes. Sitting next to Skeletor here makes you look like Hercules.

Thin Man:Actually, my father died a long time ago.

Mesmerino:Okay. Is anyone here not a downer? Anyone?

Homer:Look at me! I'm a famous historian! Out of my way!

Homer:Look at me! I'm Angie Dickinson! Out of my way!

Homer:I'm 12 years old. I'm with my friends. It's a beautiful summer day at the old swimming hole. Oh, my God!

Lenny:Yeah. He ruined naptime and quiet time.

Bart:Oh, cool. He's still mental.

Lisa:It would be a good excuse to use my Yaqui tea set.

Homer:I remember that time I tried to jump over Springfield Gorge. I'm gonna make it!

Lisa:No, Dad. Everyone's sick of that memory.

Mobster:Check it out, Fat Tony. Those jokers think they're The Cowsills.

Fat Tony · Young Homer:You guys have blundered into our secret tobaccy patch. Wow! Is that wacky tobaccy?

Fat Tony:Eighteen more pumps, that could break the skin.

Young Moe:Look at all them stars. Bunch of lazy lights, don't do nothing for nobody.

Young Lenny · Young Carl:Have you heard about this Internet thing? Yeah. It's the inner netting they invented to line swim trunks.

Young Moe:We're the Moe Szyslak Experience, featuring Homer.

Young Lenny:Not me. I'm shaking like a French soldier.

Young Carl:Yeah. I think I just logged on to my Internet.

Moe:Fine. Crap all over my theory.

Young Lenny or Carl:Come on, Homer! We're going to Sears to feel the bras!

Homer:My occasional overeating, my fear of corpses.

Homer · Moe:Hey, you guys can come with us. No, no, no. He said 'Simpson family.'

Homer · Bart:Yep. The old quarry is just a stone's throw away. Stop saying that, Dad. Never.

Mesmerino:Seventeen seventy-six. How much is left in my checking account.

Chief Wiggum · Homer:Someone's yellow belly is showing. Oh, sorry.

Chief Wiggum:And maybe the city would give me a coupon for free guitar lessons.

Homer:Put it back. I don't want to see it this way.

Marge:Burly to the rescue!

Lisa:Don't get excited. It's just a skull-shaped rock and a bunch of white sticks.

Lisa:And someone has eaten the flesh.

Homer · Lisa:Now do you believe dead rats float, Lisa? Yes.

Mr. Burns:Did I say corpse hatch? I meant 'innocence tube.'

Homer:Ooh! A movie! I call the couch!

Mr. Burns:So, you're a baby, huh? How's that working out for you?

Mr. Burns:I told him his father was killed in the Amazon by a tribe of savage women.

Homer:Why? He'd just bury it.

Moe:Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. I sleuthed my ass off on this one.

Moe:This is a shell that, to me, this is just me talking. It looks like a helmet for a mouse.

Moe:But if you ask the mice about it, they don't say nothing. I mean, they run the other way.

Lisa · Moe:You really made that envelope? 'Cause it says 'Hammermill' over here. Um... No.