A bee bit my bottom, now my bottom's big.

Don't worry, that "lava" is just orangeade made by our sponsor, Osaka Orangeade Concern

Hey look what I got, Bart, a Tickle Me Krusty!

♪ Leonid What's-His-Name,
Herman Munster, motorcade,
Birthday party, Cheetos,
Pogo sticks and lemonade,
Symbiotic stupid jerks,
That's right, Flanders,
I am talkin' about you! ♪

Can't sleep.

And the Grammy for outstanding soul, spoken word or barbershop album of the year goes to… The Be Sharps!

…and a tiny green space alien named Ozmodiar that only Homer can see.

Agents Mulder and Scully. F.B.I.

Gonna go see the bear in the little car, huh?

Boy, I really hope somebody got fired for that blunder.

I am familiar with the works of Pablo Neruda.

This just in, Krusty the Klown staged a press conference today to defend himself against charges that his products are unsafe, his theme park is a death trap, and that he’s marketing videos of Tonya Harding’s wedding night.

Wait a minute. Wait. Where's my gummi de Milo? Okay, don't panic. She can't have gotten far. She has no arms.

Please look at my medic alert bracelet.

Hey, wait a minute. There's no such thing as a talking dog.

Oh, Homer! That's just an urban legend. People don't do that type of thing with fish.

I got my period today.

What's he going to do next, the flapping dickey?

♪ That name again is Mr. Plow. ♪

The alien has a sweet, heavenly voice… like Urkel! And he appears every Friday night… like Urkel!