Homer: "Damn you, Walt Whitman! I-hate-you-Walt-freakin'-Whitman! Leaves of Grass my ass!"
Sgt Friday: "Are you sure this is the woman you saw in the post office?"
Burns: "Absolutely! Who could forget such a monstrous visage? She has the sloping brow and cranial bumpage of the career criminal."
Smithers: "Uh, Sir? Phrenology was dismissed as quackery 160 years ago."
Burns: (measuring Smithers' head) "Of course you'd say that... you have the brainpan of a stagecoach tilter!"
Just because... the show has been biting lately, hard. I watch out of loyalty--and end up disappointed or wandering off to do other things. I prefer to remember the good times.