Bart Star Quotes
Nelson's Father: Good game, son. We're going to celebrate at Hooters
Nelson: Ah... I don't wanna bother mom at work.
Joe Namath: Heh heh. Poor Bart. You know, we had a lot of fun tonight. But, there's nothing funny about... vapor lock. It's the third most common cause of stalling. So please, take care of your car and get it checked. I'm Joe Namath. Good night!
• Vote for this Quote! • July 25th, 2007Homer: Now, everyone give me twenty laps and then hit the showers. Oh, Rod. You don't have to go. You're cut.
• Vote for this Quote! • July 25th, 2007Homer: Hello, son. I wanna apologize. I just got so caught up trying to encourage you I was blinded to your stinky performance. If you forgive me I promise I'll never encourage you again.
• Vote for this Quote! • July 25th, 2007 Homer: I didn't raise him to be a quitter. It must have been you. You quit every job you've ever had. Cop, pretzel vendor, church counselor, professional gambler.
Marge: He's doing what he thinks is best.
Homer: Well, if quitting is the best, maybe I should just quit my job! [Homer walks over to the phone and dials Mr. Burns' number.]
Mr. Burns: Ahoy hoy?
Homer: Mr. Burns? This is Homer J. Simpson, the father of the big quitter! Well, I just wanted to tell you I'm a big quitter, too! And I quit! [Homer winks twice.]
Marge: Homer, Mr. Burns can't see you winking.
Homer: So-- [screams, hangs up phone.]
Smithers: [announcer for gymnastics] Now, that's the end of the girls' floor exercise... now, let's bring on the men!
• Rating 5.0 / 5 • Vote for this Quote! • July 25th, 2007Homer: I'm tired of watching you dogging on that football field! From now on I'm gonna work you like a dog! Now go fetch me twenty laps!
• Vote for this Quote! • July 25th, 2007 Marge: He's going to need, uh... you know, protection.
Cashier: Sure... one helmet coming up.
Marge: I was thinking more of... protection... down there (points down).
Cashier: Oh, why didn't you say so? Kneepads. You got it.
Marge: [very nervous laugh] I'm talking about his [mumbled] personal area.
Cashier: Ah ha. Say no more. I read you loud and clear. The old shoulder pads.
Marge: Look... I want a cup.
Cashier: Cup? Could you spell that.
Marge: C-U-P. I wanna C-U... oh my God!