Louie: Hey, They's throwin' robots!
Linguo: They *are* throwing robots.
Legs: It's disrespecting us. Shut up a'you face!
Linguo: Shut up *your* face.
Legs: Whatsa' matta you?
Louie: You ain't so big.
Legs: Me an' him are gonna' whack you in the labonza!
Linguo: Mmmm... Bad... Bad grammar overload! Error! Error!
Lisa: Almost done. Just lay still.
Linguo: Lie still.
Lisa: I knew that. Just testing.
Linguo: Sentence fragment.
Lisa: Sentence fragment is also a sentence fragment.
[Linguo's eyes move back and forth as it thinks]
Linguo: Must conserve battery power.
[Linguo shuts itself down]
[Marge has just sliced off Homer's thumb]
Marge: I'm sorry!
Homer: Sorry doesn't put thumbs on the hand, Marge!
Chief Wiggum: Your mission is to find the firework smugglers and get them to say something incriminating on this tape.
[Looks at tape]
Bart: Hootie and the Blowfish?
Chief Wiggum: Yeah, it's cheaper than blank tape.
Dr. Nick: 'Inflammable' means flammable? What a country.
[Homer is drunk]
Homer: Have you ever seen that Blue Man Group? Total ripoff of the Smurfs. And the Smurfs, well, they SUCK.
Homer: Here, little fella.
[Homer pours beer into Linguo's mouth]
Lisa: Dad, no!
Homer: I'm sorry. I thought he was a party robot.
Lisa: Oh. This is why I can't have nice things! Grrr... every time I design a robot, somebody comes along and breaks it.
Chief Wiggum: [answer machine] 9-1-1. This better be good.
Chief Wiggum: Here we are, 123 Fake Street. The home of Knifey Wifey!
Milhouse: I can't go to juvie, they use guys like me as currency.
Lisa: [running past Moe's] It's noon. That's usually when dad gets the brew shakes.
Milhouse: [while leading Bart into a cave] This is where I come to cry.
Lisa: [after seeing the breakfast Marge has prepared, whispering] Don't worry dad, I'll get us out of this!
Lisa: Hey dad!
Lisa: Do you want to see my science project?
Homer: No Lisa,
Homer: but I sure don't want to eat this crappy breakfast!