Scene: Following breakfast, Marge is left with a messy kitchen and wants the family to help clean up the house so stands in the doorway blocking their exit...
Bart: Mom, you are in the way!
Homer: Push her down son!
Anything by Mr Burns really, a couple of his gems:
"Pish posh! Listen, Spielbergo, Schindler and I are like peas in a pod! We're both factory owners, we both made shells for the Nazis, but mine worked, damn it!"
"You there, fill it up with petroleum distillate, and re-vulcanize my tires, post-haste!"
Mr. Burns: "For god sakes, man. Use an open-faced club. The sand wedge."
Homer: "Mmmmm... open-faced club sandwich."
Kent Brockman: "Tonight, on "Eye on Springfield": just miles from your doorstep, hundreds of men are given weapons and trained to kill. The government calls it the "army", but a more alarmist name would be The Killbot Factory."
When I first saw this episode, and this clip in particular I nearly died of laughter, I continued to laugh when I got into bed and had random episodes of laughter just thinking about it days after. Such a bizarre conversation and a random question/ending to it!
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