Lisa: What's Santa's Little Helper doing to that dog?
Bart: It looks like he's trying to jump over her but can't quite make it. Come on, boy! You can do it!
Smithers: Are you sure you want to go through with this, sir? You do have a very full wardrobe as it is.
Mr. Burns: Yes, but not completely full, for you see... /
Mr. Burns: Some men hunt for sport, others hunt for food. The only thing I'm hunting for, is an outfit that looks good... / See... my... Vest. See my vest. / Made from real gorilla chest. / See this sweater, there's no better, than authentic Irish Setter. / See this hat? 'Twas my cat, / My evening wear vampire bat. / These white slippers are albino African endangered rhino. / Grizzly bear underwear, / Turtle's necks I've got my share. / Beret of Poodle on my noodle I shall rest. / Try my red robin suit, it comes one breast or two. / See my vest. See my vest. See my vest. / Like my loafers? Former gophers, / It was that or skin my chauffeurs / but a greyhound fur tuxedo would be best. / So let's prepare these dogs...
Mrs. Potts: Kill two for matching clogs.
Mr. Burns: See my vest, see my vest, oh please won't you see... my... Vest! I really like the vest.
Smithers: I gathered, yeah...
Lisa: He's gonna make a tuxedo out of our puppies!
Bart: [still humming the tune] Na na na na na na naa naaaa...
Bart: Sorry... You gotta admit it's catchy.
Bart: Hey, boy, you want to play fetch?
[Santa's Little Helper looks up, tired, then puts his head back down]
Bart: Aw. Me and Santa's Little Helper used to be a team, but he never wants to play anymore since his bitch moved in.
Marge Simpson: Bart, don't ever say that word again!
Bart: Well, that's what she is. I looked it up.
Marge Simpson: Well, I'm going to write the dictionary people and have that checked. Feels like a mistake to me...
Mr. Burns: Right now I'll be taking my puppies back.
Lisa: But they're ours, you stole them from us!
[Burns gives her a cell phone]
Mr. Burns: Here's a phone. Call somebody who cares.
[Lisa dials 9-1... ]
Mr. Burns: [snatches it back] Give me that!
Homer Simpson: Hmm, I guess Bart's not to blame. He's lucky too, because it's spanking season, and I got a hankering for some spankering!
[a wild Santa's Little Helper digs up a dozen holes in the backyard]
Lisa: [gasp] My bongo drums!
Bart: My strobe light!
Homer Simpson: My "Best of Ray Stevens - featuring the 'Streak' - Album"! So it was the dog who buried all our stuff!
Marge Simpson: Yes... the dog.
Bart: An army of dogs! No bully will ever touch me again!
[calls outside to Jimbo]
Bart: Hey, Jerkface! You have the face of a jerk!
Jimbo Jones: [grabs Bart] All right, Simpson, you asked for-!
Bart: Get him, boys!
[the dogs whimper and fall asleep]
Bart: [chuckles nervously] Uh, say, Jimbo, hope I wasn't out of line with that "Jerkface" crack...
[Jimbo punches him in the stomach and leaves]