Marge Simpson Quotes (Page 11)
* Marge: I think the money should be spent on something the whole town can be proud of.
Homer: Like a giant billboard that says "no fat chicks!"?
[The family tries to get Maggie to talk.]
Marge: Maggie, can you say "Mama?" Can you say "Baba?"
Bart: Can you say "Get bent?"
Marge: Bart!
Bart: Mr. Rogers says it all the time!
Marge: He does not!
Bart: [calling Moe's Tavern] I'm looking for Amanda, last name Huggenkiss?
Moe: Yeah, just a sec. I'll check. [calling out to the patrons] Amanda Hugginkiss? Hey, I'm lookin' for Amanda Hugginkiss. Why can't I find Amanda Hugginkiss?
[The patrons laugh.]
Barney: Maybe your standards are too high!
Moe: [to phone] You little S.O.B. Why, when I find out who you are, I'm going to shove a sausage down your throat and stick starving dogs in your butt!
Bart: My name is Jimbo Jones and I live on 742 Evergreen Terrace.
Moe: Ha! Big mistake, pal!
Homer: Sorry Marge, this is my quest! I'm like that guy. That Spanish guy. You know, he fought the windmills.
Marge: Don Quixote?
Homer: No, whats-his-name. The Man of La Mancha.
Marge: Don Quixote.
Homer: No!
Marge: I really think that was the character's name, Don Quixote.
Homer: Fine, I'll look it up [gets a book of the shelf]
Marge: Well, who was it?
Homer: Never mind.
: Lisa, I know a song that will cheer you up. [sings] There once was an ugly duckling...
Lisa: [frowning] So you think I'm ugly?!
Marge: No, I meant you were one of the good-looking ducks [looks uncertain] that makes fun of the ugly one. Mmmm...
Marge: Homer, don't make me chose between my man and my God, because you just can't win.
Homer: There you are. Always taking someone else's side. Flanders, the water department, God...
Marge: Homer, do you remember your promise to the children?
Homer: Sure do! When you're 18 you're out the door!
Marge: Lisa, watch out for poison ivy! Remember, leaves of three, let it be!
Homer: Leaves of four, eat some more!
[About the Spinemelter 2000, a shaking chair.]
Homer: There's an empty spot I've always had inside me. I tried to fill it with family, religion, community service, but those were dead ends. I think this chair is the answer.
Marge: Homer, I cannot let you waste our new-found fortune on some creature comfort.
Homer: All right, we won't get the chair! Now excuse me while I kiss the sky! [rides the chair at full force]
Marge: I'm not sure that tape is helping. You ate three desserts tonight.
Homer: Forbearance is the watchword. That triumvirate of Twinkies simply overwhelmed my resolve.
Marge: Uh, there's something else I've been meaning to talk to you about.
Homer: Tut, tut, gentle Marge. For here in the boudoir, the gourmand metamorphosizes into the voluptuary! [pulls off Marge's nightcap with his teeth]
Marge: What in God's name are you talking about? [Homer kisses Marge and she understands]