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| Kent Brockman : Oh, and the President was arrested for murder. More on that tomorrow night, or you can turn to another channel. Oh...do not turn to another channel. | |
| Abe : I can feel death's clammy hand on my shoulder! Wait, that's my hand. | |
| Daughter
: Dad? Kent Brockman : Uh huh? Daughter : My new doll is much better than Malibu Stacy. Do a newscast about her. Kent Brockman : Ho ho, please, honey, Daddy's job is to bring people important news. Right now I'm busy preparing a report about the fortieth anniversary of Beetle Bailey. Daughter : Oh, Daddy, that is boring. Talk about the dolly! Kent Brockman : Well, you were right about the Berlin Wall. |
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| Lisa
: (presses intercom buzzer) Excuse me, Miss Lavelle? I'd like to talk to
you about Malibu Stacy. Stacy : Do you have any idea how many kids have tried to track me down? Lisa : Am I the first? Stacy : ...Yes. |
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| Abe
: Come in, come in...mayday! I'm losing your transmission. Man : I said french fries! |
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| Abe : I'm thirsty! Eww, what smells like mustard? There're sure a lot of ugly people in your neighborhood. Oh! Look at that one. Ow, my glaucoma just got worse. The president is a Demmycrat. Hello? I can't unbuckle my seat belt. Hello? (honks horn repeatedly) | |
| Lisa
: I'm warning you, Mom; I may get a little crazy. Marge : Oh, I understand, honey. When I was your age, there was a - Lisa : (rushing at the girls) Hey, horse-face! Get your ugly hooks off that Summer Fun Set! |
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| Man
: (wolf whistles) Hey Jiggles, grab a pad and back that gorgeous butt in
here. Tour guide : (laughs) Oh, get away, you. |
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| Lisa
: Well I'm not going to accomplish anything just sitting here - Abe : - and griping. It's time for - Lisa : - action! I've got to talk to that woman who invented Malibu Stacy, and see if I can get her to - Abe : - come out of retirement. I'm gonna get me a job - a real malibu (falters)...and see if Stacy...can help...invent...me... young...Help! Lisa : You're getting a job! Abe : Yes! |
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| Marge
: Lisa, ordinarily I'd say you should stand up for what you believe in.
But you've been doing that an awful lot lately! Bart : Yeah. You made us march in that gay rights parade! |
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| Abe : The good Lord lets us grow old for a reason: to gain the wisdom to find fault with everything He's made. Mr. Peterson, you can take this job and...fill it. And one more thing - I never once washed my hands. That's your policy, not mine. | |
| Mr.
Burns (Computer) : (with inconsistent pitch) Hello, Smithers. You're
quite good at turning me on. Smithers : Umm...you probably should ignore that. |
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| Spider-Man voice : My Spidey sense is tingling! Anybody call for a web-slinger? | |
| Girl
: Hey, Mister, what's in the box? Puberty Employee : (uncomfortable) Uh, it's the, uh, new talking Malibu Stacy. (girls pause and then crowd around him) Girl : Get him! |
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| Abe
: Lisa, I know you like reading and...so forth. To you, I give you my
lifetime of personal correspondence. Lisa : Thanks. (reads) "Mr. Simpson, stop. Your calls and letters are becoming nuisance, stop. If you do not cease I will be forced to pursue legal action, stop. Signed Boris Karloff, Hollywood, California." |