Mark Wiggum, fat kid, played a lot of Tetris.

They got earthquakes, wildfires, Bennifers, Brangelinas, and that potty mouth, Sarah Silverman!

They fed us gruel, they forced us to make wallets for export, and one of the campers was eaten by a bear!

My eyes. The goggles do nothing!

Dave's not here, man.

I smell marijuana smoke. That better be medicinal. If Phish don't see a prescription slip we are out of here.

I'm so hungry I could eat at Arby's.

Look, Ralph Wiggum lost his shin guard.
Hack the bone!
Hack the bone!

No! Not Janey! She'll pack the Supreme Court with boys.

Well, he framed me for armed robbery. But man, I'm aching for that upper class tax cut.

Hmm… I don't agree with his "Bart-killing" policy. But I do approve of his "Selma-killing" policy.

Hehehe, get 'em maw!

What do you say we slip out to Moe's for a pint?

Don't you even know dignity when you see it?

Looks like those clowns in Congress did it again.

Can't sleep.
Clown will eat me.

Hey, I wasn't a weirdo. I was in the audio visual club.

But life goes on, ashes to ashes, turn, turn, turn long live rock and so forth.

Thanks a lot Carl. Now I've lost my train of thought.

I just got an urge to join the Navy.