Bart: I am through with working. Working is for chumps.
Homer: Son, I am proud of you. I was twice your age when I figured that out.
Homer: [Coming home as Bart has sold his beer] Hey, boy aow are...
[Upon seeing empty beer cans]
Homer: AAAHHH! My beer, my beautiful beer.
[while Milhouse is dangling out of the treehouse, Bart is trying to pull him up with one hand, while reaching for the comic with the other]
Martin Prince: I'd like to point out that if I weren't tied up, I could be saving the comic as we speak.
Bart: Shut up, shut up!