Homer: Are you saying you're never going to eat any animal
again? What about bacon?
Homer: Pork chops?
Lisa: Dad, those all come from the same animal!
Homer: Heh heh heh. Ooh, yeah, right, Lisa. A wonderful,
Homer: Here's to alcohol, the cause
of - and solution to - all life's problems.
Homer is not a communist. He may be a liar, a pig, an idiot, a communist, but he
is not a porn star.
Chief Wiggum: This is Papa
Bear. Put out an APB for a male suspect, driving a... car of some sort, heading
in the direction of, uh, you know, that place that sells chili. Suspect is
hatless. Repeat, hatless.
Lisa: Do we have any food
that wasn't brutally slaughtered?
Homer: Well, I think the veal died of loneliness.
As the Beatles are to pop music, so The Simpsons is to TV comedy. In terms of consistent quality despite huge quantity, it’s so much better than anything else that it almost doesn’t count.