"Oh, Tuttle's Sunday trousers. Fear not, I'll get you to a hospital — the only way I know how."

"Dr. Nick, this malpractice committee has received a few complaints against you.
(reads from clipboard) Of the 160 gravest charges, the most troubling are performing major operations with a knife and fork from a seafood restaurant."

EXTRA EXTRA, TODD SMELLS

I love the super-quick "hi, everybody" when Dr Nick enters the E.R.

D'oh!

"Well, that was wonderful. A good time was had by all. I'm pooped."

But we're running out of forward momentum!

Hey pal! D'you get a load of the nerd?

"C'mon boy, this is the spot, right here. That's a good boy, do your dirty sinful
business."

"Yaarrh, not a quarter! He be dancin' for hours!"

"This was the largest auto that I could afford. Am I therefore to be
made the subject of fun?"

I sleep in a big bed with my wife.

Martin: (wakes up and looks out of the window) "Oh! We've arrived in the vast cornfields of Canada! How much further to the grammar rodeo?"

The A.V Club

"We call those, weekdays."

Heh, heh….git 'im maw….

(Nelson grabs Milhouse's glasses)

Remember: We're in the ITCHY lot.

A whale is in trouble! I have to go.

The bit with Homer and the radiation suit is one of my favourite Simpsons bits ever. The face reddening, the faceplate steaming up, the calm voice: "Yes…That is a pickle…" Just brilliant.