Homer Simpson: It's not illegal to sleep in a Tyrannosaurus head.
Security Guard: Sir, you're inside an allosaurus.
Homer Simpson: I demand to speak to my paleontologist!
Bart Simpson: The point of dinosaurs is that an asteroid is going to wipe us out no matter what we do, so we should just party hard and wreck the place.
Homer Simpson: Yeah, why should the asteroid have all the fun?
Homer Simpson: The king of fantasy novels in our fantasy novel writing team?
Bart Simpson: Okay, Gaiman, you're in. Your job is to get us lunch, and lose the British accent.
Neil Gaiman: Cheeseburgers! French fries! I'm all over that, pal!
Neil Gaiman: I'm so proud of us.
Bart Simpson: You didn't write any of it.
Neil Gaiman: That tuna didn't salad itself.
Neil Gaiman: You've heisted yourself up the best seller charts yet again. And the most brilliant part is, I don't even know how to read!
Lisa Simpson: You're group writing a fantasy novel? But the only reason to do that is for...
Lisa Simpson: Profit!
Homer Simpson: So what if people write for money? I don't see your boyfriend William Shakespeare missing many meals.
Lisa Simpson: I'll show you! I'll write my own novel all by myself.
Homer Simpson: You're gonna be all the guys? How does that work out?