[Homer is playing a machine that shoots animated sperm from its gun in the "Let's Make a Baby" section in the knowledgeum]
Homer: C'mon, ovulate, damn you. Ovulate.
Computer: You are out of sperm.
Leprechaun: Ahh, you've done grand, laddie. Now you know what you have to do. Burn the house down! Burn 'em all!
Homer Simpson: Then me and my friend were about to press it, but the man said not to press it, but we pressed it anyway! And we ran and we hid in this giant tire. Oh, yeah, and my other friend was already there...
Marge Simpson: All right. All right, now, you're overstimulated. Let's get some beer in you and then it's right to bed.
Homer Simpson: Whoo hoo!
[running away giddily]
Homer Simpson: Beer, beer, beer! Bed, bed, bed!
Bart Simpson: Got any threes?
Ralph Wiggum: [Ralph is holding three threes] Go fish.
Bart Simpson: See, here's the problem, Ralph. You have several threes.
Ralph Wiggum: Go fish.
Principal Skinner: Kids, this is Robbie the Automaton.
Robbie the Automaton: Greetings, Earth children.
Lewis: Where are you from?
Robbie the Automaton: [pause] Earth.
Edna Krabappel: Now, whose calculator can tell what seven times eight is?
Milhouse Van Houten: Oh! Oh! Low Battery?
Edna Krabappel: [sighs] Whatever.
Ralph Wiggum: This is my swing set. This is my sandbox. I'm not allowed to go in the deep end.
[points to a large rock]
Ralph Wiggum: That's where I saw the leprechaun.
Bart Simpson: [sarcastically] Right, a leprechaun.
Ralph Wiggum: He told me to burn things.
Bart Simpson: [uneasily] Uh-huh.
Troy McClure: [on a video screen] Welcome to the Knowledgeum. I'm Troy McClure! You may remember me from such automated information kiosks as "Welcome to Springfield Airport", and "Where's Nordstrom?". While you're enjoying our hall of wonders, your car will be unfortunately be subject to repeated break-ins...
Homer Simpson: What'd he say? What about my car?
Ralph Wiggum: Wanna play stuffed animal parade?
Bart Simpson: Maybe later. Come on, Ralph, your dad's a cop! There must be some cool stuff around here, bullets, dead body photos, what have you.
Ralph Wiggum: He keeps that stuff in his closet. But he says I'm not allowed in there.
Bart Simpson: Did he say *I'm* not allowed in there?
Ralph Wiggum: Yes.
Bart Simpson: [pause] Well, I'm goin' in anyway!
Penetantiary Security Guard: Somebody down there?
Bart Simpson: [gasps] Uh-oh. Let's get outta here!
[Bart and Ralph quickly run off]
Penetantiary Security Guard: Why do I always shout first? Just gives them a chance to run away. Well, I'm an idiot.
Bart: I smell a museum.
Homer: Yeah, good things don't end with 'eum,' they end with 'mania' or 'teria.'
Bart: [reading] Whoa, Dad's been arrested six times. Aww, Mom's only been arrested twice.
Mayor Quimby: [on television] If you commit a violent crime in my town you'll end up here!
[pointing at the electrocuting chair]
Ralph Wiggum: Hey hey that's our playchair!
Mayor Quimby: [still in television] To demonstrate what you're in for I will now strap myself in!
Bart Simpson: Uh-oh! We didn't set it to safety switch!
Ralph Wiggum: He's gonna smell like hotdogs!
Bart Simpson: Alright! Woo-hoo! Way to go Ralph!
Lisa Simpson: Ralph? But the rocket was my idea!
Bart Simpson: But asking you was Ralph's idea.
Homer Simpson: You're the man Ralph!
Lisa Simpson: But surely I deserve some credit for
Bart Simpson: Aw, let him have this one, Lise. After all, it's Ralph!
Lisa Simpson: [cheers for Ralph also] Ralph! Ralph! Ralph!
Chief Wiggum: What IS your fascination with my forbidden closet of mysteries?
Chief Wiggum: Oh, sure. We'd all love some *real* friends, Marge. But what are the odds of that happening?
Ralph: That's where I saw the leprechaun. He told me to burn things.
Ralph: Your toys are fun to touch. Mine are all sticky.
[a rat steals the key]
Ralph: The pointy kitty took it.
Troy McClure: Welcome to the Knowledgeum, I'm Troy McClure. You may remember me from such automated information kiosks as "Welcome to Springfield Airport" and "Where's Nordstrom?" While you're enjoying our Hall of Wonders, your car unfortunately will be subject to repeated break-ins and...
Homer: What'd he say? What about my car?