Homer: [looking at a picture of refugees in a newspaper] Look at these refugees, Marge. Not even a smile.
Marge: They've undergone terrible hardships.
Homer: Well, moping won't help anything!
Homer: [after Kentucky Fried Panda has been destroyed by a runaway tree] No! It was finger Ling-Ling good!
Ned Flanders: [after ringing the door] Homer? It's Neddy. I baked you a little something to ease the pain.
Homer: [panicking] Oh! Must hide Lisa!
[makes Lisa up to look like Maggie]
Homer: [in a high-pitched voice] Come in!
Homer: Thanks for the beer, Moe. But before Lisa died, she made this tape that I think you should hear.
Lisa Simpson: [on tape] Dear Moe. If anything should ever happen to me, I want you to tear up my dad's tab, and pour cocktail onions... Dad, I can't.
Homer: [in a threatening voice] Read it!
Lisa Simpson: ...pour cocktail onions down your pants...