Mona Leaves-a/Quotes

:Lisa: (when Homer is in a rage in the recording bear section of Stuff-n-Hug) Mom, code 4!
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:Squeaky-Voiced Teen: How much love do you want?
:Ralph Wiggum: I want all the love!
:(stuffing machine explodes; stuffing covers up Squeaky-Voiced Teen. Squeaky-Voiced Teen moans)
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:Marge: (sees Homer lying in bed) C'mon Homie. Your mother would've wanted you to stay in bed forever.
:Homer: I'll tell you what she didn't want. Me to be a jerk to her, and then she dies! (starts crying)
:Marge: (to Bart) Say something comforting.
:Bart: (trying to think of something comforting to say) Uh...Dad? Whenever, I would hang out with Grandma, she would always ask me about you. And I say you'd suck. And she would say that you don't suck that bad.
:Homer: She said I didn't suck?
:Bart: That bad.
:Homer: That bad...wow.
:Bart: (quietly) Yeah.
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:Bart: Maggie's thing? She won't even remember it.
:Marge: You never remember the nice things we do for you.
:Bart: Like what?
:Marge: Food.
:Bart: Pass!
:Marge: Shelter.
:Bart: That dump?
:Marge: Clothing.
:Bart: I wouldn't blow my nose on this! (takes off sweater and throws it in the trash)
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:Lisa: I want a poodle!
:Marge: I'd stay away from poodles. They give the dog... ideas.
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:Lisa: I hear something in the kitchen.
:Homer: That's where the food sleeps!
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:Homer: My mother's dead!
:Grampa: (smiles) I'm still with you, son.
:Homer: Oh, it just gets worse and worse!
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:Apu: She may have been reincarnated into that baby, or that mouse on the nacho cheese.
:Ned Flanders: People are not mice!
:Apu: Oh, big surprise. Joe Jesus Jr. here to set us all straight.
:Ned Flanders: No one comes back as anything, except for Jesus as bread, and that's it.
:Homer: Oh. (leaves dejected)
:Apu: That's the problem with your religion. Everything's a bummer.
:Ned Flanders: Even the sing-alongs?
:Apu: No, the sing-alongs are fine.
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:Mona: Homer, if you're watching this, either I'm dead, or you've gone through my stuff. If I'm dead, this is my video will; if not, please keep away from my stuff.
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:Mona: To Lisa, I give something not even the government can take from you: my rebellious spirit.
:Lisa: Oh, grandma. I accept your gift.
:Bart: Lisa got nothing! Lisa got nothing!
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:Mr. Burns: Well, well. Who do we have here?
:Man: That's what clogged up the launch.
:Mr. Burns: Well, hello. Maybe in a different time, you and I could have gone out.
:Man: Sir, you know that's just a bag of ashes.
:Mr. Burns: I've seen your wife. She's no Mamie Van Doren.
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:Moe: I like creating disappointment. You know that little moment when people's hope dies? I feed on that.
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:Marge: (next to an air vent) My purse is made of hemp! If we burn it, the silly smoke will mellow out those guards.
:Lisa: (grabs a pair of earrings) We can ignite it with these crystal earrings grandma gave me!
:Marge: I thought she gave you her rebellious spirit.
:Lisa: I found them on her nightstand. (Marge stares at her) What? Bart got a Swiss army knife!