Future Drama

Lisa:Oh, yeah? Well, there's your girlfriend.

Bart:Yeah, well, you love Moleman. No, you do. You're gay for Moleman! You're gay for Moleman!

Lisa:No one's gay for Moleman.

Lisa · Professor Frink:Don't you mean astronomy? No, my dear, I said astrology.

Professor Frink:For years, you see, astrology was the Tampa Bay Devil Rays of the sciences... not so good.

Marge:Oh, it's so great. We can do anything now that scientists have invented magic.

Marge:Lisa, graduating two years early, and, Bart... graduating.

Homer:Well, maybe I was partying so hard with my single friends last night, I forgot the rules.

Lisa · Homer:Could you please stop fighting in front of us? Why? Is it messing you up?

Homer:Stupid wildlife, serves 'em right.

Lisa:I've been turning him down for the prom since kindergarten.

Professor Frink:You relented at age 12 when he pulled you out of a house fire. Which you later found out he started.

Milhouse:Sorry I'm late, Lisa. I was at the gym, totally gunning my lats. Just gunning them.

Milhouse:The deposit on this tux was 200 Reagans.

Bart · Jenda:Bart, you're lookin' crook-ed. Hey, Jenda, how 'bout some forehead?

Jenda · Marge:That was jagged. when I was a kid we didn't show our affection by head-butting.

Homer:Who knew that bio-engineered food would lead to smart puke?

Homer:You think you're better than me, eh, puke?

Unknown · Nelson:So, Nelson, who did you end up bringing tonight? Sherri or Terri? Uh, it didn't seem fair to choose.

Principal Skinner:Welcome, seniors and sexually precocious underclassmen.

Principal Skinner:I'd like to say good-bye to those who are going off to college, or to fight in Gulf War Five: 'Operation Find Our President's Head.'

Kearney:That means no booze, kick, puff, doze, maxx, stim or turb.

Kearney:Remember, 'Stim Kills.' It's what turned Superintendent Chalmers into a vegetable.

Chalmers:Skinner. Skinner. Skinner.

Chalmers:I can use the potty now.

Jenda:Oh, sorry, Lisa. Sink activate. I love your dress. Soap activate.

Lisa:Yeah, even though McDonald's owns Yale now, it's still a great school.

Jenda · Lisa · Jenda:Oh, yeah, that's the thing he had to do as punishment for stealing Christmas. Yeah. I miss Christmas. I don't.

Bart · Milhouse · Bart:Travel. Do you need a traveling companion, perchance? Travel canceled.

Limo Driver:I can fly. I can fly. Just kidding, I know I can't fly. I can glide, though.

Jenda:Sex on prom night is as American as our 51st state: Saudi-Israelia.

Jenda:That's really sweet... but marriage is a three-year commitment.

Bart:You can waitress while I learn to cut meat. We'll live in a trailer, but to avoid paying for parking, I'll drive while you sleep. We'll never, ever stop.

Jenda:When? Just this minute.

Comic Book Guy:Here, you want some chicken? Just grab it with your hands, go ahead. We're not fancy here.

Homer · Bart:Son, sometimes people just grow apart, like me and your mom. No, Mom dumped you 'cause you blew all our money on this underwater house.

Homer:She'll realize she was a fool, when... Hey! Come back with my patio furniture!

Homer:Stupid flounders.

Bart · Homer:Why'd you buy the first hover car ever made? Didn't you know it'd take time to work out the kinks? I know! It's a hover car!

Homer · Random people:All right! You guys are my new best friends. You wish, loser!

Background sign:Celebrity Buttocks, Nipple Relocations and Fluffy Tails

Moe:You came from my back fat!

Moe · Moe Clone · Moe:You moron! Why did I ever think I needed a clone? Hey, I'm not the clone, you're the clone! Oh, please, not this again.

Edna · Bart:Want it to get weirder? I... don't think so.

Edna:I wish I could talk to my fourth-grade self just once. I'd say 'Work hard, don't be such a screw up.' This time is so precious. Don't waste it.

Bart · Lisa:Is that robot break-dancing? No. He activated his self-destruct mechanism.

Milhouse:What Lisa's problem? Milhouse mother say Milhouse handsome!

Lisa · Bart:Armpit noises are not a language. Oh, yeah?

Marge · Kids:He's from Springfield. I think you know him. Krusty the Clown is dating your mom!

Boss · Bart:Yes, Mr. Gheet. I'm Anoop, you racist cracker!

Bart · Boss:Which one? Radioactive, smallpox, eternal midnight... No, no. The one with the uni-clams.

Criminal:Dude, this is totally not the time to call me. I don't know. Some kind of pasta. Look, just get me what you're having, all right? Not that. What soups do they have...?

Mr. Burns:My diamonds are going to be retro-morphed into coal... the most valuable substance on Earth.

Mr. Burns:Once I home-invaded this Princeton dude, and he was like totally married.

Bart · Smithers:Mr. Smithers? I thought you were... you know... No, I'm straight. As long as I take these injections every ten minutes.

Smithers:I love boobies!

Lisa:It's so great that Yale has finally forbidden men from taking science. Now let's see, should I major in Femistry or Galgebra?

Principal Skinner:I mean, Hot Dog on a Stick Management Camp.

Bart:Why don't you mail it to your butt?

Principal Skinner:Bart, now that you've graduated I can finally say this: you really press my cider.

Nelson · Sherri/Terri · Nelson:Listen, girls... I'm going out for a pack of cigarettes. Isn't that what your father said the day he left you? Yeah. I never understood why he did it... till now. I'm coming, Papa!

Milhouse:I'm not the first guy to get a nosebleed during a slow dance.

Milhouse:Is it because of my small calves? They're the hardest place to add mass!

Bart:And now you're an emotionally crippled mini-Hulk.

Milhouse:Time to strike while the iron is sad!

Jenda:I never had this problem with Todd Flanders.

Bart:Forget it. I had to sell all my marrow to pay the light bill.

Bart:I didn't have much marrow.

Lisa · Milhouse:Have you eaten onions lately? No. And it's really hard 'cause I'm on an all-onion diet.

Lenny · Carl:Sorry, we're ghosts now. Our spirits live in those two trees. Or, maybe we're alive and we just feel like jerkin' you around. Or maybe we're one of each.

Professor Frink · Bart:And you will. At the age of 83. You die one minute later. And my brain is put in a... Pauper's grave.

Cletus · Brandine:You want me to attend the funeral of the Sultan of Brunei? Well, I would consider it my honor. Hey, Brandine, pack my evenin' britches. We's goin' to Brunei.

Cletus:You want me to attend the funeral of the Sultan of Brunei? Well, I would consider it my honor. Hey, Brandine, pack my evenin' britches. We's goin' to Brunei.