Simpsorama/Quotes

:Hedonismbot: Wiggle in. It gets comfortable.
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:Skinner: Students, each one of you has been assigned the mandatory honor of contributing to the time capsule, where your arcana will lie dormant until the 31st century and ...
:Chalmers: By the time you finish talking, we're gunna be opening this damn capsule.
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:Nelson: I wish we could put this moment in the time capsule.
:[Chalmers was shown videotaping the class and tossing it into the time capsule]
:Chalmers: Consider it done.
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:Skinner: Ugh, how 'bout you, Bart? Let me guess. You forgot to bring something.
:Bart: I'm offended you'd think I forgot. [looks through his desk] Let's see. [finds a sandwich] Ta-da.
:Chalmers: Listen, boy. This is the only legacy you'll ever leave.
:Bart: Better make this count. [blows his nose into the sandwich]
:[Marge Simpson washes dishes at home and senses that Bart ruined her sandwich]
:Marge: [gasp] My sandwich!
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:Kent Brockman: A mysterious electrical storm is current wreaking havoc with our studio, but I'm not one of those brainless dolts who mindlessly reads a teleprompter-r-r-r-r Error 401 backslash backslash, colon reset C drive, shutting down.
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:[Bender falls from the sky]
:Homer: What the hell was that?
:Lisa: Probably just another piece of Amerca's space junk falling out of orbit.
:Bart: Remember when this country didn't suck? Cuz I don't.
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:Bender: Bite my shiny metal ass!
:Homer: A robot! With a catchphrase!
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:Homer: Okay, so what are you?
:Bart: Must be a secret government project.
:Bender: Whoa, what do I look like? A nark?
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:Bender: I come from the future.
:Homer: Prove it. What happens to Homer Simpson in the future.
:Bender: I don't know. You die.
:Homer: Oh ... my ... God.
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:Homer: We must take you to out civic leaders.
:[Homer takes Bender to Moe's Tavern]
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:Homer: Listen, uh, I know you're a robot and incapable of emotion...
:Bender: [sobbing] It's true! I'm empty inside! [breaks down crying on the bar.]
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:[Bender drinks beer and then burps out fire]
:Moe: Hey, hibachi head. How you gunna pay for that?
:Bender: Uh, let me just transfer some uh, electronic hyper credits into your register here.
:[Bender sticks his finger into the cash register and pretends to pay]
:Bender: Dingitty ding ding da-dingitty ding ding.
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:Bender: D'oh!
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:Homer: What's the robot version of bromance?
:Bender: Romance.
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:Lisa: I see no reason to believe that Bender is from the future. Robotic technology today is very advanced.
:Bender: Oh, really? Can your modern-day robots do this?
:[Bender makes a sign that says "Happy Birthday Lisa" on his mouth]
:Lisa: It's not my birthday, although Maggie's is pretty soon.
:Bender: I can't do Maggie. The "G"s look like sixes.
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:Bender: Can your present-day robots do this? [takes off his head and sticks his tongue out like an idiot]
:Professor Frink: Uh, no. No, they can not. Not sure why they'd want to.
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:[Bender gets ready to kill Homer but then stops]
:Bender: Oh, I can't do it.
:Lisa: What stopped you, Bender? Asimov's three laws of robotics?
:Bender: You think robots care what some hack science fiction writer thinks? I killed Isaac Asimov on the way over here. Well, Isaac somebody.
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:Fry: Come on, Bender. Stabbitty stabbitty.
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:Lisa: Why must you kill my dad? Especially when cheeseburgers are doing the work for you?
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:Hermes: The monsters are stealing our office supplies!
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:Zoidberg: Hello, robot. Looks like everyone gets a turn to say something. This concludes my time.
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:Professor Farnsworth: The annoying girl may be helpful.
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:Professor Farnsworth: Leela, take Homer and explore this time period. Find out why people would ever pay for freemium games.
:Homer: I'll explain. Okay, it starts free, right? ...
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:Homer: ... And that's why I owe Clash of Candies $20,000.
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:Homer: Marge, I'd like you to meet Leela and Fry.
:Marge: [thought] Oh. Don't mention her eye. Don't mention her eye.
:Leela: [thought] Don't mention her hair. Don't mention her hair.
:Marge: Eye ... and so pleased to meet you.
:Leela: Nice to be hair ...
:[Both nervously chuckle]
:Leela: Oh, lord.
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:Lisa: Professor Farnsworth, I'm dying to know how you got here. Was it a time machine?
:Professor Farnsworth: Little girl, time machines are physical impossibilities. We teleported through a singularity that I quantum-entangled to Bender, under the guise of fixing his collar.
:Professor Frink: Yes, but how did Bender get here?
:Professor Farnsworth: With a time machine.
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:[Homer and Bender sleep on the couch and talk in their sleep]
:Bender: [snore] Kill all humans.
:Homer: [snore] Start with Flanders.
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:Professor Farnsworth: Good news, everyone!
:Fry: That means it's bad.
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:Morbo: We interrupt this hologram to bring you an important bulleting. The horrific creatures destroying New New York have begun metamorphosing.
:Linda: Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
:[A mutant rabbit kills and eats Linda and then turns into a Bart monster]
:Bart Monster: Eat my shorts.
:Bart: Wow, I'm doing the same jokes a thousand years later. Ay caramba!
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:Leela: Bury Bart in the hole!
:Marge: I thought people in the future would be more full of peace and love, like in Epcot Center.
:Leela: In our time, Epcot Center is a work farm for the weak.
:Professor Farnsworth: Oh but it's not as crowded as the slave labor camps at Universal Studios.
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:Amy: Mayday! Mayday! [gasp] They got Scruffy!
:Scruffy: Nope. Just got my mustache but life without a mustache ain't worth living.
:[Scruffy kills himself]
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:Professor Farnsworth: Of all probable futures, this is the worst.
:Marge: It is because my baby's not in it!
:Professor Farnsworth: Motherly love. Why did we outlaw that?
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:Professor Farnsworth: You and Fry can bumble around together, while the rest of us give up and make peace with our dieties. As for me, I'm an Atheist. [prays] Oh, nobody's father, who art nowhere. I know you can't hear me. Completely ignore this prayer. Nothing art thou and nothing will thou ever be. Jesus was just a man.
:Professor Farnsworth/Leela/Fry/Hermes/Amy/Lisa/Zoidberg/Bart/Homer: A man.
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:Hedonismbot: Well, I shall stay here for the decadents. There's no debauchery like end of the world debauchery. Your lips, my lips, apocalypse!
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:Lisa: I can't believe you're all giving up without a fight.
:Leela: Lisa, we're just a package delivery service.
:Fry: And not a very good one.
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:Lisa: They're evolving. Wow, that's a first for you, Bart.
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:[Madison Cube Garden, containing the Bart creatures, is ejected into the void of space; Lisa, Leela, Zoidberg, Amy and Hermes cheer]
:Bart: You realize you're cheering the death of millions of my children.
:[Lisa, Leela, Zoidberg, Amy and Hermes cheer]
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:Fry: Wow, it's working! I guess the instructions were in English.
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:[Bender changes Maggie's diaper and takes a bunch of money out of it]
:Bender: [gives Maggie a handfull of the cash] Here's your cut.
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:Bender: Nice knowing you, meatbags. Have fun turning to dust.
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:[Homer pours some beer into Bender's mouth, while he waits out the millennium]
:Bender: Thanks, pal.
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:(The earth creatures crash into Omicron Persei 8. Lrrr and Ndnd are watching them destroy the planet)
:Lrrr: Look at this mess!
:Ndnd: (angry at him) It would've disintegrated upon entry if someone hadn't turned off the atmosphere last night.
:Lrrr: I like it cold when I'm sleeping! Besides, these horrible Earth creatures are delicious. (eats some of the creatures)
:Ndnd: The Johnsons will be here for dinner any minute! What happened to the handsome man I married!?
:Lrrr: I ate him! Remember? (a spaceship lands)
:Ndnd: Here they are. (Kang and Kodos leave the spaceship)
:Kodos: Uh. Hmm... Hope we're not interrupting anything... (Lrrr burps, revealing one of the creatures' heads on his mouth)
:Ndnd: I can't take anymore!! (runs away crying) I can't take it!
:Lrrr: Perhaps the one of you that is female should go console her.
:(Kang and Kodos stare at each other, and both of them go talk with Ndnd)
----Homer: Why, you little...
Bart: Dad, it's me!
Homer: Prove it. When's your birthday?
Bart: February 23rd.
Homer: Ha! February has no 23rd! (strangling Bart anyway and grunting)
Marge: Yes, there is!
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