Map of Springfield. Apparently it is a hell of a town. The schoolyard's up and the shopping mall's down.

Ah-ha! Morire: To die! Morit: He, she, or it dies!

OK, but this is where you register as a sex offender.

That's not meatball soup. That's my collection of fur balls and stomach acid!

“We’ll take a bushel, or a pack, or…just give em to me.”

Squozen? Hm, I never heard that word before I moved to Springfield.

Hello, I'd like the department of missing babies.

2-4-6-8, Homer's crime was very great. Great meaning large or immense. We use it in the pejorative sense.

It's not easy to juggle a pregnant wife and a troubled child but somehow, I managed to fit in eight hours of TV a day.

Now, Grand Funk Railroad paved the way for Jefferson Airplane, which cleared the way for Jefferson Starship. The stage was now set for the Alan Parsons Project, which I believe was some sort of hovercraft.

QUEEN OF THE HARPIES! QUEEN OF THE HARPIES! HERE'S YOUR CROWN, YOUR MAJESTY!