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| Troy McClure : Not long ago the Fox network approached the producers of The Simpsons with a simple request: Thirty-five new shows to fill a few holes in their programming lineup. | |
| Big
Daddy : Welcome to my maison, Chief. I've been expecting you. Chief Wiggum : Is that so, Big Daddy? Well expect this: The arrest of you, by me. |
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| Chief Wiggum : Ah man, what a day. It's no cakewalk being a single parent, juggling a career and a family like so many juggling balls...two I suppose. | |
| Marge
: We've all been busy as beavers preparing for our very own show. Homer : Marge, have you ever imagined what it would be like if we really were beavers? Marge : Yes! |
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| Skinny
Boy : He's gradually getting away, Chief. Chief Wiggum : Ah let him go. I have a feeling we'll meet again. Each and every week. |
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| Skinny
Boy : I still don't understand, Clancy. Why give up your job as a
small town police chief to set up a detective shop in New Orleans? Chief Wiggum : Oh, lots of reasons, I suppose. Got kicked off the force for one thing. Skinny Boy : For massive corruption. Chief Wiggum : For massive...exactly. Skinny Boy : Yeah. |
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| Bart : Close the dam door. | |
| Big Daddy : The Chief! Ooh, I suppose I'd best to run. Lord have mercy, how I wish I weren't so fat. | |
| (A
gator crawls into Chief Wiggum's bed and begins to nibble on his head,
while Wiggum becomes increasingly aware of the situation) Chief Wiggum : Oh God! (fires his gun at the gator. Skinny Boy then wrestles the gator until it submits.) Skinny Boy : Lucky for you this was just a warning gator. The next one won't be corked. |
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| Homer : Gr-r-reetings! (audience applauses) | |
| Chef Paul Prudhomme : I guar-an-tee! | |
| Jasper : Lolly pop, lolly pop, oh lolly lolly pop, lolly pop. (his dentures fall out) Ow. | |
| Chief
Wiggum : Listen up, Big Daddy! You don't scare me, I'm three steps
ahead of you! Skinny Boy : Oh, Chief. Your boy has been kidnapped. Chief Wiggum : Oh God! |
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| Marge
: Remember me? My name is Marge, the TV mom who's hair is large! Bart : Step back Mom, it's Bart's turn now. Eat my shorts, don't have a cow! "Lisa" : I'm Lisa, peppy, blond, and stunning. Sophomore prom queen five years running. Go Lisa! |
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| Barney
: Well, ah, I'd better go. I got a date with that lady in front of the
drug store who's always yelling things. Moe : She told me she was washing her hair tonight. (sigh) I'm so desperately lonely. (audience laughs) |
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| Moe : You know what's great about you, Betty, is you're letting your looks go gracefully. You're not all hung up on looking attractive and desirable. It's just so rare and refreshing. | |
| Singers : While shopping for some cans, an old man passed away. He floated up toward Heaven, but got lost along the way. Now he's the love-matic Grampa. The wise Socratic Grampa. He'll fill our hearts with looooooove. | |
| Betty
: What is going on in here? Moe : Um, uh, oh, oh, I might as well come clean with you. I ain't too good at talking to women and I really wanted to do ya, so I brought along the love tester to help me. |
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| Chief
Wiggum : Huh. Sounds like there was some kind of party going on in the
background. Are there any parties today, Skinner? Skinny Boy : Eh. Not really a party town. Though if I remember correctly they occasionally hold a function called Mardi...something. |
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| Moe : So how about you and me go out sometime? You know, out back. | |
| Ralph
: Daddy, these rubber pants are hot. Chief Wiggum : You wear 'em until you learn, son. |
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| Homer
: Dad...is that really you? Grampa : Darn tootin' you lousy creep! You buried me naked and sold my suit to buy a ping-pong table. |
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| Chief Wiggum : Well golly, I'd love to chat but my son's been kidnapped. You haven't seen him, have you? Caucasian male, between the ages of six and ten, thinning hair. | |
| Ralph : Look, Big Daddy, it's regular daddy. | |
| Big
Daddy : Nobody going to mess with me. I got interests, and I ain't
talking about stamp collecting, though I do find that extremely
interesting. Skinny Boy : Oh yeah? Well that makes two of us. |
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| Chief Wiggum : Ah, New Orleans. The Big Easy. Sweet Lady Gumbo. Old...Swampy. | |
whipit.WAV |
Smithers : (to the tune of Devo's "Whip It") Crack that whip. Licorice whip. I said whip it. Licorice whip. |