[George Washington appears in Lisa's dream, urging her to reveal the truth about the town's founder. Lisa wakes up yelling]
Lisa: I want to help you, George Washington.
Bart: [walking by her room] "I want to help you... George Washington"? Man, even your dreams are square.
George Washington: We had quitters during the Revolution too... we called them Kentuckians.
Hollis Hurlbut: Now get out. You're banned from this historical society. You and your children, and your children's children... for three months.
Homer: Dig him up. Dig up that corpse. If you really love Jebediah Springfield, you'll haul his bones out of the ground to prove my daughter wrong. Dig up his grave. Pull out his tongue.
Mayor Quimby: Can't we have one meeting that doesn't end with us digging up a corpse?
Jebidiah Springfield: A noble spirit embiggens the smallest man.
Mrs. Krabappel: Embiggens? I never heard that word before moving to Spingfield.
Miss Hoover: I don't know why, it's a perfectly cromulent word.
Homer: [deadly serious] I've got two questions. One: Where's the fife? Two: Give me the fife.
Ralph Wiggum: Can you open my milk, Mommy?
Miss Hoover: I'm not Mommy, Ralph. I'm Miss Hoover.
[the class laugh at Ralph]
Mayor Quimby: Congratulations Ned, you are our new town crier. May your shrill, nasal voice ring throughout our streets and brains.
Ned Flanders: Thankily-dank, Mayor, I shan't disappoint. Har ye, har ye. I declare myself pinkled tink about Springfield's Bicen-cidilly-ti-ten-toodly-rin-tin-tennial Day.
Homer: You suck-diddily-uck, Flanders. Gimme that.
[Grabs the bell from him]
Homer: Hear ye. Hear ye. Ye olde town crier proclaimed crappy by all. Chooseth Homer Simpson, and he shalt rock thy world.
Chief Wiggum: Good God, he is fabulous.
Principal Skinner: He's embiggened that role with that cromulent performance.