Boy-Scoutz 'n the Hood/Quotes

:Bart: [realizing he doesn't have enough money to restart "Panamanian Strongman"] Awww, I'm out of money!
:Milhouse: [shushing Bart] Shh! Don't say that out loud!
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:Homer: Aha! Aw, twenty dollars, I wanted a peanut!
:Homer's Brain: Twenty dollars can buy many peanuts.
:Homer: Explain how.
:Homer's Brain: Money can be exchanged for goods, and services.
:Homer: Woo-hoo!
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:Bart: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh... my head...
:Lisa: Tsk tsk tsk... the remorse of the sugar junkie.
:Bart: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh... I don't remember anything.
:Lisa: Really? Not even (pulls Bart's sheet off him) this?
:Bart: Wah! Oh, no! I must've joined the Junior Campers! Ah!
:Lisa: The few, the proud, the geeky. (laughs)
:Bart: Boy, a man on a Squishee bender can sure do some crazy things.
:(Cut to a cargo ship out at sea. Barney wakes up to find himself in a pile of sacks of baklava and wearing a sailor outfit)
:Barney: Uh-oh. Not again. (belches)
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:Barney: I don't know where you magic pixies came from, but I like your pixie drink!
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:Milhouse: You're lucky. You only joined the Junior Campers. I got a dirty word shaved into the back of my head.
:Principal Skinner: (gasps) What is it with you kids and that word? I'm going to shave you bald, young man, until you learn that hair is not a right - it's a privilege.
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:Marge: Homer, I have to go out to pick up something for dinner.
:Homer: Steak?
:Marge: Money's too tight for steak.
:Homer: Steak?
:Marge: (defeated) Yeah, sure, steak.
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:Moe: (as he's kicking out Hans Moleman) When I say "put your beer on a coaster", I mean it!
:Hans Moleman: You call that a knife? (pulls out a giant machete) This is a knife!
:(the machete proves too heavy for him to lift and slowly falls over) Ooo-ooh! Down I go!
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:Homer: How was jerk practice, boy? Did they teach you how to sing to trees and build crappy furniture of useless wooden logs? Huh? (chair collapses) D'oh! Argh! Rrgh! (struggles to get up from the collapsed chair) Stupid poetic justice!
:Bart: Actually, we were just planning the father-son river rafting trip.
:Homer: Heh heh! You don't have a son.
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:Homer: Lousy piece of junk! (throws the walkman player into the water)
:Rod: Hey! I got that for my birthday!
:Homer: Now I have to face stupid reality again.
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::[After the dolphins leave after saying "You are all going to die."]
::Ned: Come back! Come back! Oh! Oh, we're done for, we're done-diddly done for, we're done-diddly-doodily, done diddly-doodily, done diddly-doodly, done diddly-doodily!
::Homer: [grabs a hold and slaps Ned] Flanders! Snap out of it! [slaps him again]
::Ned: Thank you Homer. I don't know what got-- [Homer keeps slapping him]
::Bart: [interrupts Homer's slapping] Dad! I think he's oka-- [Homer resumes the slapping]
::Homer: It's better, to be safe, than, sorry! [stops slapping Ned] Sorry.
::Ned: Diddly-- [Homer slaps him one more time]
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:Ned Flanders: I guess now we know why they call 'em rapids and not "slowpids," huh?
:Bart: (laughs)
:Homer: You are not my son!
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:Homer: Whoo-hoo! See that, boy? Your old man was right, not Flanders! We ARE doomed! In your face, Flanders!
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:Homer: Well, since you're all such a big bunch of big ration babies, I'll just be in charge of the rationing.
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:Ned Flanders: Godspeed lil' doodle.
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:Marge: I know you think the Junior Campers are square and "uncool," but they also do a lot of neat things, like sing-alongs and flag ceremonies.
:Homer: Marge, don't discourage the boy. Weaseling out of things is important to learn! It's what separates us from the animals! (pause) Except the weasel.
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:Bart (reading): "Don't do what Donny Don't does". [sighs]: They could have made this clearer.
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:Homer: [opens up the doors to the Krusty Burger oil rig] Give me seven hundred Krusty Burgers!!!
:Squeaky Voiced Teen: You want fries with that? [Homer starts eating the burgers]
:Bart: You did it, Dad! You saved us! I'm proud you're my father.
:Homer: Go away. Eating.
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