Little Big Mom/Quotes

:Orderly: You'll have a great view of the whole beach… from the electric needle room.
:Homer: Really? The whole beach?
:Orderly: Yes… from the electric needle room.
:Homer: Electric needle room?!
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:Dr. Hibbert: Good lord, you're wasting thousands of dollars worth of Interferon!
:Homer: And you're "interferon" with our good time! Hehehehe!
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:Dolph: Woah! Phat five forty!
:Nelson: I'm getting agro on this kicker!
:Bart: Stomp that pickle revert!
:Otto: Excellent. Your lingo is progressing nicely.
:Bart: Can I go to the bathroom?
:Otto: Uh uh, say it in snowboard!
:Bart: Um…I gotta blast a dookie?
:Otto: Dook on!
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:Ned: I guess we'll have an imagination Christmas this year..
:Rod and Todd: Yaaay! Imagination Christmas!
:Rod: I got a pogo stick!
:Todd: I got a hula hoop!
(Marge gives the crazy signal which is circling your ear with your index finger)
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:Lisa: Okay, now we're gonna draw jobs from the chore hat!
:Homer: Come on, bikini inspector! Scrub toilet? Okay, that was a practice! Practice…practice. Okay, here we go…feed fish.
:Bart: I'll supervise!
:Lisa: You know, the reason for the hat.
:Homer: Oh, it's a great hat. No one's questioning the hat.
:Lisa: Will you at least do the dishes?
:Homer: Lisa I'll do the dishes when I pick it out of the chore hat and it's not a practice..... See, there it is! But that was a practice. The system works!
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:Ski Trainer: (in Homer's memory) If you ever get into trouble, all you need to do is...
:Ned: (abruptly appears) Feels like I'm wearing nothing at all! Nothing at all! Nothing at all!
:Homer: Gah! Stupid sexy Flanders! [Homer's legs expand heavily] Ow, my legs! This is the worst pain ever - [Homer gets hit by multiple snow hills in the groin, then groans]
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:Disco Stu: (noticing Marge) Snow fox at five o'clock. (singing, as he walks to Marge) ♫ Moving in, show that I'm, Disco Lady ♫. (to Marge) Is this seat taken?
:Marge:	Uh, I think that's an armrest.
:Disco Stu: (flirtingly) So, do you party?
:Marge:	You mean like a hats and noisemakers kind of party?
:Disco Stu:	Sure, baby, whatever your trip is. Disco Stu wants you to be comfortable while he does his thing.
:Marge:	Who's Disco Stu?
:Bart and Lisa:	Hey, Mom! (run to Marge)
:Marge:	Hi, pumpkins.
:Disco Stu:	Kids? (singing) ♫ Back away, not today, Disco Lady ♫ (walks away)
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:Lisa: Here are your lunches, and no trading your fruit for firecrackers.
:Homer: Aw, but Lenny just got some bottle rockets.
:Lisa: You stay away from Lenny. And Bart, where's your sweater?
:Bart: It unraveled on a nail.
:Homer: That's not true, he left it on the bus!
:Bart: You're dead, squealer!
:Homer: [screams and runs out of the house with Bart] Lisa, help!
:Lisa: Those boys of mine.
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:Bart: Why would God punish a kid? I mean, an American kid.
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:Homer [in his underwear]: Morning.
:Lisa: Dad, where are your clothes?
:Homer: I don't know.
:Lisa: Don't tell me Mom dresses you.
:Homer: I guess, or one of her friends.
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:Lisa: What's in the box, Mom?
:Marge: This box? Oh, nothing.
:Bart: Are you sure? You sound nervous.
:Marge: Well, anyone would be nervous with all the economic turmoil you read about in the...Haaa! [rushes outside]
:Homer: Get her! She's doing something!
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:Homer: [walks in the house carrying groceries] I've got groceries. [puts the bags down on the table]
:Lisa: [takes things out of the bags] Maple soda? A cell phone full of candy? Astronaut bread?
:Homer: It's the bread of astronauts.
:Bart: [looking at a box of "Sweet Emotions" cereal] I didn't know Aerosmith made a cereal.
:Lisa: Dad, I gave you a list.
:Homer: Oh, yeah. [reads the list and laughs] You were way off.
:Lisa: [growls in frustration]
:Homer: [on his candy-cell phone] Hello, Lollipop Island? There's a little girl here who had too many sour balls.
:Lisa: [growls and stalks off]
:Homer: Anyway, where were we? Hello? Hello? They hung up.
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:[Lisa types Homer and Bart’s “symptoms” onto VirtualDoctor]
:Lisa: Crusty sores?
:Homer: Yes
:Lisa: Excessive wailing?
:Homer [wailing]: Yes, yes!
:Lisa: Any exposure to unsanitary conditions?
:Bart: Duh, we’re pigs!
:Lisa [finishes typing the “symptoms”] Okay… And diagnose! [pushes a key]
:VirtualDoc: You’ve got leprosy.
:Homer and Bart: Leprosy?! [scream and point at each other] Unclean!
:Bart: Unclean!
:Homer: Unclean! Help us, Virtual Doc! Look at me. I’m on my knees.
:VirtualDoc: Goodbye. [computer turns off. Homer and Bart look at each other scared]
:Lisa: [Using Mr. Burns Catchphrase] Excellent.
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:Bart: At Sunday school, they said the lepers were cured by some bearded dude.
:Homer: Jesus?
:Bart: Yeah, that sounds right.
:Homer: I think we're on the outs with him. But I know someone who's even holier than Jesus.
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:Homer: We'll take the cure, bag a few lobsters, then watch some gay guys get married.