He didn’t give you gay, did he? Did he?! Don’t kid yourself, Jimmy. If a cow ever got the chance, he’d eat you and everyone you care about! Oh, everything looks bad if you remember it. Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that’s even remotely true!

I stand by my racial slur. Mrs. Krabappel and Principal Skinner were in the closet making babies and I saw one of the babies and then the baby looked at me. When I held that gun in my hand, I felt a surge of power…like God must feel when he’s holding a gun.

Don’t kid yourself, Jimmy. If a cow ever got the chance, he’d eat you and everyone you care about! Our differences are only skin deep, but our sames go down to the bone. Don’t kid yourself, Jimmy. If a cow ever got the chance, he’d eat you and everyone you care about!

Well, he’s kind of had it in for me ever since I accidentally ran over his dog. Actually, replace “accidentally” with “repeatedly” and replace “dog” with “son.” He didn’t give you gay, did he? Did he?!

You know, the one with all the well meaning rules that don’t work out in real life, uh, Christianity. This is the greatest case of false advertising I’ve seen since I sued the movie “The Never Ending Story.”

Kids, kids. I’m not going to die. That only happens to bad people. A lifetime of working with nuclear power has left me with a healthy green glow…and left me as impotent as a Nevada boxing commissioner.

Your questions have become more redundant and annoying than the last three “Highlander” movies. A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds…it makes ice. When will I learn? The answers to life’s problems aren’t at the bottom of a bottle, they’re on TV!

I prefer a vehicle that doesn’t hurt Mother Earth. It’s a go-cart, powered by my own sense of self-satisfaction. Me fail English? That’s unpossible. Mrs. Krabappel and Principal Skinner were in the closet making babies and I saw one of the babies and then the baby looked at me.