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OH!

Hey Hawking, your pizza's ready!

My father's gay!

Noone who speaks German could be an evil man!

I've seen a few websites where people try to cook and eat the various Simpsons dishes from the show, like Homer's patented Space-Age Out Of This World Moon Waffles, or Skittlebrau, or the awful improvised clove-and-Tom-Collins mix dinner bowl…but I have yet to see a caramel cod.
Hop to, A.V. Club.

Woozle wuzzle?

Ooh, gentlemen, well la-de-da Mr. Frenchman!

Oh, snap!

I think a Star Wars-style text crawl at the beginning of Prometheus that explains: "long-duration space travel causes brain damage!" would have gone a long way. Takes it from a B- to an A—.

I'm dead.

I keep trying to convince myself that it's because it's summer, it's only temporary, but…< dies inside >

Yeah. Help us, you fat yutz.

"You're gonna blow it!"

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I'm sure a wealthy sniff sniff mule farmer like yourself is aware we charge a $10 monthly fee.

Lobo…Lobo…bring back Sheriff Lobo!

"Punked-out Dave Grohl with an Enormous Hand from the Everlong Video" is my #1 esoteric Halloween costume I've always wanted, but nobody else will understand/like.

We're not listening!