| 36. | Homer: Son, a woman is like a beer. They smell good, they look good, you’d step over your own mother just to get one! But you can’t stop at one. You wanna drink another woman! | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 37. | Homer: Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It’s what separates us from the animals…except the weasel. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 38. | Homer: When I held that gun in my hand, I felt a surge of power…like God must feel when he’s holding a gun. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 39. | Homer: When will I learn? The answers to life’s problems aren’t at the bottom of a bottle, they’re on TV! | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 40. | Homer: 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. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 41. | Homer: You don’t win friends with salad. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 42. | Homer: You know, the one with all the well meaning rules that don’t work out in real life, uh, Christianity. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 43. | Kent Brockman: …And the fluffy kitten played with that ball of string all through the night. On a lighter note, a Kwik-E-Mart clerk was brutally murdered last night. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 44. | Lionel Hutz: This is the greatest case of false advertising I’ve seen since I sued the movie “The Never Ending Story.” | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 45. | Lionel Hutz: Well, he’s kind of had it in for me ever since I accidentally ran over his dog. Actually, replace “accidentally” with “repeatedly” and replace “dog” with “son.” | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 46. | Marge: Our differences are only skin deep, but our sames go down to the bone. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 47. | Mayor Quimby: I stand by my racial slur. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 48. | Milhouse: Look out, Itchy! He’s Irish! | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 49. | Milhouse: 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?* | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 50. | Mr. Burns: A lifetime of working with nuclear power has left me with a healthy green glow…and left me as impotent as a Nevada boxing commissioner. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 51. | Mr. Burns: I don’t like being outdoors, Smithers. For one thing, there’s too many fat children. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 52. | Mr. Burns: I’ll keep it short and sweet — Family. Religion. Friendship. These are the three demons you must slay if you wish to succeed in business. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 53. | Mr. Burns: What good is money if it can’t inspire terror in your fellow man? | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 54. | Mr. Burns: Whoa, slow down there, maestro. There’s a *New* Mexico? | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 55. | Mr. Burns: [answering the phone] Ahoy hoy? | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 56. | Ned Flanders: I’ve done everything the Bible says — even the stuff that contradicts the other stuff! | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 57. | Nelson: Dad didn’t leave… When he comes back from the store, he’s going to wave those pop-tarts right in your face! | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 58. | Principal Skinner: Fire can be our friend | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 59. | Ralph: Me fail English? That’s unpossible. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 60. | Ralph: Mrs. Krabappel and Principal Skinner were in the closet making babies and I saw one of the babies and then the baby looked at me. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 61. | Ralph: Slow down, Bart! My legs don’t know how to be as long as yours. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 62. | Reverend Lovejoy: Marge, just about everything’s a sin. [holds up a Bible] Y’ever sat down and read this thing? Technically we’re not supposed to go to the bathroom. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 63. | Sideshow Bob: Attempted murder? Now honestly, what is that? Do they give a Nobel Prize for attempted chemistry? | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 64. | Sideshow Bob: No children have ever meddled with the Republican Party and lived to tell about it. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 65. | Sideshow Bob: Your guilty consciences may make you vote Democratic, but secretly you all yearn for a Republican president to lower taxes, brutalize criminals, and rule you like a king! | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 66. | Smithers: I’m allergic to bee stings. They cause me to, uh, die. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 67. | Smithers: Uh, no, they’re saying “Boo-urns, Boo-urns.” | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 68. | Superintendent Chalmers: I’ve had it with this school, Skinner. Low test scores, class after class of ugly, ugly children… | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 69. | Superintendent Chalmers: “Thank the Lord”? That sounded like a prayer. A prayer in a public school. God has no place within these walls, just like facts don’t have a place within an organized religion. | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
| 70. | Troy McClure: Don’t kid yourself, Jimmy. If a cow ever got the chance, he’d eat you and everyone you care about! | 2 | ↑ | ↓ |
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