I'm gay Daddy. I'm gay! Mrs. Simpson made me gay!

Homer! Come quick! Bart’s quit his tutoring job and joined a violence gang!

Methuselah, my oldest friend, who did this to you?

It's the end of summer and bugs are everywhere !

Can’t you people solve these problems yourselves? I mean, we can’t be ‘policing’ the whole city

I have misplaced my pants.

We paid for blood!

A poem, by Hans Moleman. I think that I shall never see, my cataracts are blinding me.

Do you think Homer was hurt Marge got a court order to stop him planning the wedding?

That's right! I married that chick.

D'oh, d'oh, d'oh.