Sorry, Mr. Burns, but I don't go in for these backdoor shenanigans! Sure, I'm flattered, maybe even a little curious, but the answer is no!

When you've put on a little weight this week

No, money down!

EXTRA EXTRA! THE BE SHARPS SING ON ROOFTOP!

“Hehehe, losers!”

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.