Regarding Margie

Bart:We do it without asking, and then they have to pay.

Unknown neighbor:Answer me, or I'll drop ya like a bad cell phone plan!

Unknown neighbor:Sorry. This thing goes off on its own. Anyway, you were sayin'?

Homer:That really classes the joint up.

Homer:I struck oil!

Bart · Lisa:When do we tell him that's not oil? Let him have his fun.

Ned Flanders:Only ten dollars to paint my curb like a common whore?

Bart:That's not a scam! That's honest work for honest pay! No!

Bart:Well, then we're gonna leave you one digit short.

Homer:Visual gag: Homer paints elaborate '74 Oakland A's tribute instead of house number

Homer:But, sweetie, I just wanted to tell the '74 Oakland A's how I felt about them.

Homer:Look, that guy remembers us! Hey, sal bando, give him a '74 a's 'thank you honk.'

Marge:On second thought, I am Brenda Winecooler.

Delivery man:74? Oh, sorry. There's been a mistake.

Homer:Son, all our mail has ever brought me is bad things: Bills, jury duty, Entertainment Weekly.

Bart:Oh, dad, no one can rationalize like you.

Homer:Mark and Tracy, I remember the first words I heard you say: 'I do.'

Wedding guest:That's what I heard, but he's so confident in his movements.

Kent Brockman:The lid from my coffee cupis long gone. I'm scared, people. Truly scared.

Homer:Take that, liberal media.

Homer:Take that, liberal media.

Homer:Marge, I don't have to sit here and listen to your insane ravings about me getting other people's mail.

Marge:Don't be so naive, Lisa. Those people all talk to each other.

Professional cleaner:Not a fine upstanding head hair, but a curly-wurly!

Marge:I don't want that judgmental bitch in my house!

Professional cleaner:Et tu, Zud?

Marge:My head feels like it was punched by a boxing man.

Dr. Hibbert:Now I'll put them back in the jar.

Homer:until your amnesia goes scram-nesia

Marge:You're sweet. I'm lucky to have such a kind... uncle?

Marge:But you're so much more... ravaged than I am.

Lisa:I'm Lisa, I'm eight years old, and this might sound presumptuous, but... I'm your favorite.

Lisa · Marge:I'm your favorite. You seem sweet, but I could never have a favorite.

Bart:Hi. I'm Bart. I'm ten years old and a professional motocross jumper. Can you buy me a motocross bike?

Marge:I may have lost my memory, but I'm not an idiot.

Bart:Like somebody barfed a two-story pile of puke.

Marge · Homer · Bart:You strangle your child? Yeah, but... he's cool with it. Right? It hurts when I swallow.

Apu:Maraschino isn't even a kind of cherry! It's a way of preserving them!

Homer:It goes by many names. Apollo's lantern, day-moon, old blazey.

Homer:The important thing is never to touch it.

Marge · Homer:I know what the sun is! Yes, now you do.

Lisa:The sound of the baby must have triggered a primal mnemonic response in mom's brain!

Milhouse:Hey, guys, guess who just became lactose-tolerant?

Milhouse:Who's got amnesia now, Bart?

Homer:All right, Marge, time to remember admiral awesome!

Marge:I don't know, maybe there's something unpleasant blocking my memory of you.

Marge:Oh, hey, ned. Isn't today your cat's birthday? I remember, 'cause she shares the date with Patty LaBelle.

Homer:Here's me fighting with former president Bush. Me fighting with current president Bush.

Marge:You're describing how to parallel park.

Marge:You're describing how to parallel park.

Homer:You used to love my non sequiturs.

Patty:Simple. Your brain is trying to save you from your backed-up toilet of a marriage.

Chief Wiggum · Lou:Yeah, and you said you're only 180 pounds. Shut up and look for crime.

Tony Bennett:That Homer Simpson he's quite a guy / he paid me ten bucks so I would lie / the truth is he's not so great / he is the one man I truly hate.

Marge:So beautiful. I wish I could understand italian.

Marge:No! I'm not the kind of girl who makes love on a putt-putt golf course!

Homer:You loved it, especially when the windmill came around and whacked your butt.

Marge:The best thing that ever happened to me was forgetting about you!

Agnes Skinner:Birthday's over, Seymour.

Grandpa · Homer:How long you gonna be bunking with me, son? Well, the rest of your life for sure.

Speed dating host:Every five minutes I'm going to blow this horn... And each man will move one table to his left.

Speed dating participant:I don't drive a lexus, okay? I don't have a lear jet or some big beach house in la-la land. I am just a nice man who makes a decent living. So I guess I should probably just go shoot myself?

Speed dating participant:Don't get quiet on me. Please, I hate when they get quiet.

Speed dating participant:We used to be quintuplets, but three of us drowned.

Bashful speed dater:We used to be quintuplets, but three of us drowned.

Lenny · Carl:But it's not an awkward silence. Yeah, it's more like a nothing needs to be said kind of silence.

Homer:Oh, no! He's Marge's and my dream man.

Aquaman:The wisest, wettest man you'll ever meet.

Groundskeeper Willie:The wisest, wettest man you'll ever meet.

Homer:In ten years, she never had the last slice of pizza and she's never complained. Every election she wishes she could vote for both guys because they both seem nice.

Marge · Homer:You drink? Yeah, I started when you were in the hospital. I was so worried. Recently I tried this thing called beer, and...

Marge · Homer:I remember everything! You get drunk all the time. But you also remember that you're an enabler? Of course I do. That's why we're such a great team.

Homer · Marge:But you also remember that you're an enabler? Of course I do. That's why we're such a great team.