Marge Simpson Quotes (Page 10)
Marge: What was it you wanted to show me?
Ruth: This: [pulls out a gun]
Marge: [gasps] You're not going to hunt me for sport, are you?
Ruth: Oh, Marge, I would never pull a gun out on another human being. [aims gun at cans on fence] My husband on the other hand...
Marge: Homer, stop picking at it!
Homer: [with donut head] Oh, but I'm so sweet and tasty!
Bart: Paintings: lifeless images rendered in colorful goop. But at night, they take on a life of their own. They become portals to hell, so scary and horrible and gruesome that-
Marge: Bart. You should warn people that this episode is very frightening. And maybe they'd rather listen to that old War of the Worlds broadcast on NPR, hmm?
Bart: Yes, mother.
[Marge, Lisa, Homer and Maggie are tied up to the mast, Homer is laying there on the floor asleep drooling on the floor.]
Lisa: Oh no, Dad's been drugged!
Marge: [irritated] No he hasn't.
Bart: You wrote me those letters!
Marge: You awful man. Stay away from my son!
Sideshow Bob: Oh I'll stay away from your son alright. Stay away... forever!
Homer: Oh no!
Sideshow Bob: Wait, that was no good... [walks away, The Simpsons are confused] Wait! I've got a good one now. Marge, say "stay away from my son" again.
Marge: No!
[Marge spots a prisoner covered in tatoos]
Marge: Oh my goodness.
Philips: That's Tattoo Annie.
[Tattoo Annie pulls her shirt off to show Marge her back Tatoo]
Marge: [reading] "What kind of slime would I marry?" Hmm, I don't understand.
Tatoo Annie: It's one of those Mad Magezine fold-ins.
[Annie pushes her shoulder blades back which shows Alfred E. Newman saying "what, me worry?"]
Marge: Ohh, impressive!
Marge: Knock-knock, I'm Marge you're new cell-mate.
Philips: I'm Philips. They call me that cause I killed my husband with a Philips-head Screwdriver.
[Selma has agreed to take the kids to Duff Gardens]
Marge: Thanks for taking the kids on such short notice.
Selma: We'll have fun, won't we kids?
Bart: To get to Duff Gardens, I'd ride with Satan himself!
Selma: That's the spirit!
Lisa: Bye, Dad! Don't eat any solids!
Homer: But I love solids!
[Homer has eaten a months-old sandwich and is feeling the effects]
Marge: Your lips are turning blue! I think you should get some rest!
Homer: No! Duff...Gardens! Hurrah... (passes out)
Marge: According to this book, the monorail goes over 150 miles an hour! What if something goes wrong?
Homer: [Scornfully] "What if." What if I'm taking a shower and slipped on a bar of soap?...[Realizes] Oh, my God! I could be killed!