I never understood why Homer assumed Marge would want to sleep with the Critic, who is way less attractive than Homer (and that's saying something).

Springfield is a part of us all…a part of us all…a part of us all.

I've sold monorails to Syracuse, and by gum it put them on the map!

FLIM SPRINGFIELD

Hi Supernintendo Chalmers! I'm learn-ding.

But "Two Bad Neighbors" had: "I just dropped by with present for warming of house.  Instead, find you grappling with local oaf."
Not to mention:
Can we get rid of this Ayatollah T-shirt?  Khomeini died years ago.

A solar eclipse. The cosmic ballet goes on.

Did you screw up like the Beatles and say you were bigger than Jesus?

The use of Spanish on this show was always funny. Like when Sideshow Bob ends television in Springfield, the Bee goes, "Gracias, mis amigos, para todas las memorias. Y super-gracias a Goya." And there's a lady wearing a Goya can onstage.

Oooh, el estomago.

He played the theater director in "A Streetcar Named Marge."

Get your paws off me, you dirty ape!

Langdon Alger? He's very quiet and enjoys puzzles.

That team sure did suck last night. Yeah, they were the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked. Gotta go, my damn wiener kids are listening.

"Excelsior to you, Mr…… (Smithers, what is the name of this gastropod?)"

Ja, Ja.

I must flee!

Even longer to the Rand McNally embassy.

What was I laughing about again? Oh yes, that crippled Irishman.

That reminds me of an "old time" Onion headline about FDR: "Why Does our Joyless President Never Dance?"