Homer: [praying] Dear Lord, protect this rocket house and all those who dwell within the rocket house.
Smokey the Bear Robot: Only who can prevent forest fires?
[out of choices "you" and "me", Bart presses "you"]
Smokey the Bear Robot: You pressed "You" referring to me. That is incorrect, the correct answer is you.
Bart: Sharing is a bunch of bull, too. And helping others. And what's all this crap I've been hearing about tolerance?
Homer: Hmm. Your ideas are intriguing to me and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter. But I think we have to go to the retreat anyway.
Homer: You know, Mr. Burns, you're the richest guy I know. Way richer than Lenny.
Mr. Burns: Yes, but I'd trade it all for a little more.
[Mr. Burns and Homer arrive at a snowy campsite]
Mr. Burns: This propane tank will supply us with heat, and...
[Approaches front door]
Mr. Burns: ...this doorknob, when properly turned, will provide access to the cabin.
Smithers: Sir, this can't be right. You assured me this drawing was rigged so we'd be teammates.
Mr. Burns: Yes, well, frankly you've been a bit of a pill lately.
Smithers: Why do we always fight on vacation?
Homer: They're only snowmen, Mr Burns.
Mr. Burns: Oh, snowmen have peepers! Peepers to watch...
Homer: What do we do?
Mr. Burns: Oh, wouldn't you like to know?
Carl: According to the map the cabin should be right here.
Lenny: Hey, maybe there is no cabin. Maybe it's one of them, uh, metaphorical things.
Carl: Oh yeah, yeah. Like, maybe the cabin is the place inside each of us created by our goodwill and teamwork.
Lenny: They said there'd be sandwiches.