— Really?
— Yeah. Well, we're all somebody's children.
— Did you wreck the car?
— No.
— Did you raise the dead?
— Yes!
— But the car's ok?
— Uh-huh.
— Alright then.
— Who wants to put on a leotard and get screamed at.
— Well, hookers and Spider-man.
— Oh, my God, I do want a brother.
— You can have mine, but he's kinda lame.
— Mom, are those rabbits dead?
— No, Lisa, they’re just sleeping... upside down... and inside out.
— Now be good for Grampa while we're at the parent-teacher meeting. We'll bring back dinner.
— What are we gonna have?
— Well, that depends on what your teachers say. If you've been good, pizza. If you've been bad... uh... let's see... poison.
— What if one of us has been good and one of us has been bad?
— Poison pizza.
— Oh, no. I'm not making two stops.
— Dad, don’t act like Mussolini.
— Ooh, I thought I was doing Donald Trump.
Ugh, Bart, please! I'm trying to hear Dr. House's third incorrect diagnosis before his final correct diagnosis!
— See that fat lady with the moustache? That's you.
— See that hippo rolling in dung? You're the dung.
— Dad, you just said that three minutes ago.
— "Unregardless," I will no longer be a slave to this.
No, I still haven't told you the best part! He cares about the environment! No! I still haven't told you the best part! He's got an [with a heavy Irish accent] Irish brogue! [In normal voice] No, wait, I still haven't told you the best part! He's not imaginary!
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