Homer: Oh Marge if theres an accident at the plant we just blame it on that foreign guy. Ah Uli how many times have you saved my white ass?
: Now, Marge, just remember. If something goes wrong at the plant,
blame the guy who can't speak English. Ah, Tibor, how many times have
you saved my butt?
Wiggum: Put out an APB on a Uosdwis R. Dewoh. Uh, better start with Greektown.
Friday: That's "Homer J. Simpson", Chief. You're reading it upside down.
Wiggum: Uh, cancel that APB. But, uh, bring back some of them, uh, gyros.
Friday: Uh, Chief? You're talking into your wallet.
Homer: [drunk] Look, the thing about my family is there's five of us. Marge, Bart, Girl Bart, the one who doesn't talk, and the fat guy. How I loathe him.
Homer: There's your giraffe, little girl.
Ralph Wiggum: I'm a boy.
Homer: That's the spirit. Never give up.
Mr.Burns: You there, fill it up with petroleum distillate. And revulcanize my tires, post haste!