Homer Simpson: You workin'?
Benjamin: Oh my, yes. I'm on a secret project that I'm not at liberty to divulge...
Doug: I invented a program that downloads porn off the internet one million times faster.
Marge Simpson: Does anybody need that much porno?
Homer Simpson: Uuh-huuh-uuuh, one million times.
Marge Simpson: Homer, maybe *I* should drive.
Homer Simpson: What, I can see fine.
[Homer drives into a cornfield, baseball field, then into a ditch]
Homer Simpson: That had nothing to do with the bucket.
Homer Simpson: Cure me! Cure me!
Brother Faith: Brother, I sense you are feeling trapped and desperate.
Homer Simpson: Yeeeah... and I gotta bucket on my head.
Homer Simpson: [after the bucket is removed from his head] I see the light... it burns!
Dr. Hibbert: Son, I'm afraid that leg is hanging by a thread.
Anton Lubchenko: Lubchenko must return to game!
Dr. Hibbert: [chuckles] Your playing days are over, my friend. But, you can always fall back on your degree in...
Dr. Hibbert: communications? Oh, dear Lord!
Anton Lubchenko: I know! Is phony major. Lubchenko learn nothing. Nothing!
Bart Simpson: Excuse me, Brother Faith. I gotta know, how did you *really* get the bucket off my dad's head?
Brother Faith: Well, I didn't son, you did. God gave you the power.
Bart Simpson: Really? Hmm, I would think he would want to limit my power.