Sleeping With The Enemy

unknown:68 squares of ankle-busting fury. That's right, A double-dogleg, hamstring knotting Hop-Way to Hell.

unknown:What insane kangaroo dreamed this fevered nightmare?

unknown · unknown:What? - Nothing.

Bart:Lisa has a big butt.

unknown child:Don't make Lisa mad. She might crush us all with her giant butt.

Groundskeeper Willie:Stop teasing the big-bottomed lass. She's just as God made her... Plump as a Christmas goose.

Homer:Every Simpson starts with a circle. Daddy has one big circle here... then a smaller one up here... two big, sexy circles for eyes...

Homer:And for some reason, my hair and ear form an 'M' and a 'G.'

Homer:Party! Party! Party! Party!

Marge:Oh, Homer, you're wasting away to nothing. You simply must eat something.

Homer:Here's a mistake. It says the capital of Kentucky... is Frankfort. Dream on, pal.

Homer:Really? Frankfurter... is that anything?

Mrs. Krabappel:Bart really did get a hundred. I gave a test on state capitals, but I forgot to roll up the map. Everyone got a hundred.

Bart:I win. P-A-R-T. Par-tee.

Edna Krabappel · Seymour Skinner:This means nothing. Yes, yes, you've made that quite clear.

unknown:I heard she's back to her birth weight. Must be nice.

store worker:I make four bucks an hour planing down the thighs.

Lisa · unknown:Now you've got no choice. Non!

Marge:He sure is... if he can keep up with these party animals. Aunt Patty, Aunt Selma, Grandma Bouvier and... Grampa.

Marge · Ralph:Plus your school-yard chums: Martin and Ralph. Bart's my bestest boyfriend.

Milhouse:Rock on. You know, the first time I met Bart was at recess in first grade... Oh, I told him to use a land line.

Marge:Okay, gang, let's get this party started. or should I say Barted?

Martin:I drew him with Canadian Prime Minister Louis St. Laurent. Their relationship was frosty at best.

children:Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck... Say 'goose,' you stupid freak.

Lisa:What? I'm not fat enough already? How could you say that to me?

Milhouse:I had to leave 'cause my French bread pizza dinged.

Homer:Remember that maple leaf ironed between the sheets of wax paper? What was that? That was crap.

Homer:Soon they'll be leaving the nest, and you'll have time for yourself. hundreds of thousands of hours, And then, the peace of the grave.

Bart:Mom, after that lame party you threw, I'd rather hang out with thunder-thighs here.

Agnes Skinner · Principal Skinner:Seymour! Do you want your vitamin in applesauce? Or are you gonna take it like a big boy? Applesauce.

Maggie:Stop struggling and get in my mouth, jerks!

Nelson:Oh, yeah. Bart Simpson. Spiky hair, soft kidneys, always hitting himself?

Marge · Nelson:Those tadpoles are your lunch? Technically, brunch.

Nelson:I have a sister... I think she's dead now who had the same problem.

Marge:You're nocturnal. You don't have to impress me by making fun of others. I already like you.

Nelson:Whatever. Take it sleazy.

Moe · Marge:Nelson? I thought you were sleeping in the park tonight. Oh, that's okay, the kid don't bother me none.

Marge:Hey, kids, I just heard they canceled league night down at the bowling alley. You know what that means? Open lanes!

Bart · Milhouse:Mom, when I want lame and needy, I'll call Milhouse. No offense.

Marge · Nelson:You've never had one before? No, but I saw some in a catalog once. People in sweaters were eating them at a picnic.

Nelson:So, my mom works at Hooters, but her dream is to go to Vegas and work in a real strip club.

Nelson:He went out for a pack of cigarettes and never came back. He said 'smell ya later,' but he never smelled me again.

Nelson · Marge:That's how we get our Kaypro. Sometimes I think he's more interested in his 'Itchy and Mitchy' cartoons than me.

Bart · Lisa:That's because your butt blocks your ears. That doesn't make any sense. Neither does your butt.

Marge:Now, I know there's a handsome young man behind all that hair and dirt. Maybe not, but you did a great job on the lawn.

Mrs. Muntz · Marge:Here's the money you gave my son. We don't want your charity. I didn't give your son charity. I gave him self-respect.

Marge:Go home to your son, Mrs. Muntz, and try not to have intercourse on the way!

Nelson:Cow milk?!

Nelson · Bart:I'm your new roommate. I call top bunk. But... it's a single bed. I said top bunk!

Marge:Be nice to Nelson, and I'll give you a Tootsie Pop.

Nelson:My teeth hurt all the time. I just try to think about motorcycles.

Nelson:A doctor for your teeth? What's next, a lawyer for your hair?

Bart:I gotta do something about him.

Lisa:If I can have one dab of frosting and then stop, I'll know I've conquered food at last.

Homer:Well, at least she's not singing Streisand.

Nelson:I have a sister... I think she's dead now who had the same problem. And I know just the solution.

Nelson:He who haw haws last, haw haws best.

Bart · Nelson:So, now that you're happy again, I guess you won't beat me up at school anymore. I wish it were that simple. I really do.

Lisa:Like many women, I still have an unhealthy obsession with my weight.

Marge · Lisa:Come on, say something conclusive. I'm afraid this is a very open-ended problem. Oh, open-ended?!