Mr. Simpson, don’t you worry. I watched Matlock in a bar last night. The sound wasn’t on, but I think I got the gist of it.— Hutz
Homer: You spent fifty two hundred dollars on beer?
Marge: Fifty two hundred, what are you talking about? (sees the TV) Oh my god! I sold it all for twenty-five bucks!
Bart: (kicks him in the rear) Come on, everybody, it makes you feel better.
Lenny: Those lousy Germans can't fire me. I'm the only one knows how to unjam the rod bottom dissociator.
Carl: Well, they can't fire me. I'm the only one certified to run the gaseous contaminant particular fire.
Homer: Well, they can't fire me!
Lenny & Carl: Why?
Horst: Do we have any alcoholics among us?
Man 1: Uh, me.
Man 2: Right here.
Man 3: I'm drunk right now!
Horst: We plan to have some frank discussions with your safety inspector.
Homer: Hehe, yeah. Sock it to him, Horst!
Homer: Marge, it's not the money. My job is my identity. If I'm not a safety watcha-ma-jigger, I'm nothing!
Horst: Homer, could we have a word with you?
Horst: I must have phrased that badly, my English is, how you say, inelegant. What I meant to say is: "Can we have a brief friendly chat?"
Horst: Once again I have failed. (brings out a phrase book) "We request the pleasure of your company for a free exchange of ideas."
Horst: We regret to announce the following lay-offs, which I will read in alphabetical order. Simpson, Homer. That is all.
Bart: I'm looking for a Mrs. O'Problem, first name Bea.
Moe: Uh, yeah just a minute, I'll check. (calling) Bea O'Problem! Bea O'Problem! Come on guys, do I have a Bea O'Problem?!
Barney: You sure do!
Moe: It's you, isn't it! Listen, you. When I get a hold of you, I'm going to use your head for a bucket and paint my house with your brains!
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