Mom, I know Dad cares about you, but his feelings are really hurt. Why don't you just say you're sorry?
Marge
Lisa, marriage is a beautiful thing, but it's also a constant battle for moral superiority. So I can't apologize.
Couldn't you just say you're sorry and not mean it? I do it all the time: I don't think I ever meant it.
Marge
Bart, that's not right.
Sorry, Mom... See? It's that easy.
I'm sorry I'm late. The velvet mafia made me a margarita I couldn't refuse.
Marge
Goodbye, Homer! I try to save our marriage and you just get drunk and spend the night with your homosexual boyfriends! [greeting each person on her way down the stairs] Reverend Lovejoy, Mrs. Lovejoy, Principal Skinner, Duffman.
TATV Announcer
Next on Comedy Central, an all new South Park!
I hear those kids' voices are done by grown ups.
Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that. I just wonder how they keep it so fresh after 43 episodes?
[In the South Park episode, the kids are at a rock concert]
SStan
I can't believe we paid to see a band with Steve Guttenberg, Calista Flockhart, and Farty The Crippled Robot!
FFarty
[a robot with a guitar sitting in a wheelchair] Look who's in my fart: O. J.!
[Farty produces a fart cloud that disappears, leaving O. J. Simpson in its place]
OJO. J.
[holds up a knife] I'm gonna kill you all!
[O. J. decapitates Farty, who inexplicably bleeds red blood, before doing the same to drummer Guttenberg and bassist Flockhart, the latter appearing like a stick figure]
BMBart and Milhouse
[dancing a dosey-doe] Cartoon violence! Cartoon violence!
[O. J. appears on screen with Cartman's head on his knife]
OJO. J.
Now I'm gonna find the real killers!
[Marge turns off the TV as Bart and Milhouse scream]
Marge
Kids, that cartoon's not life-affirming. We're going to watch a show about the everyday problems of angels.
[Marge turns the TV back on to PAX TV]
TATV Announcer
Now, back to Good Heavens.
[An old couple living in the clouds with their dog appears on screen]
OWOld Woman
Jesus called today.
[Bart and Milhouse scream and run away]
[Death arrives at the Simpsons house]
Death? We don't want any. [Closes the door, Death breaks through it with his scythe]
DDeath
I HAVE COME FOR BART SIMPSON.
Marge
Bart, run like the "wine-d"!
Marge
Well, I only read it in books.
Marge
Lisa, what are you doing? This is the kind of trouble making I expect from your brother!
You do? Cool, a blank check for mayhem!
(Bart picks up a brick and throws it at a window; however, it ricochets off the unbreakable glass and hits him in the head, knocking him out)
TBTony Blair
Hello. Welcome to the United Kingdom.
Prime Minister Tony Blair?
Why are you greeting lowlifes like us at the airport?
BBlair
Because I want to encourage all the world to come see the beauty of 21st century Britain.
Would an American dollar encourage you to leave us alone?
BBlair
No, but thank you.
Marge
Tony, I mean, Mr. Prime Minister, what should we see first?
BBlair
There's so much to see here. Parliament, Stratford-on-Avon, the White Cliffs of Dover, oh, and since you Americans love castles, there's a huge one in Edinburgh, the city where I was born.
The place where I was born is now a gator farm.
Maybe you could give us a personal tour of your country?
BBlair
I'd love to. But I'm late for an appointment. I'm greeting a lovely Dutch couple at Gate 23. Cheerio.
[puts on a jetpack and flies off, James Bond-style]
Wow, I can't believe we met Mr. Bean!
IMIan McKellen
We thespians believe it's bad luck to mention the name of this particular play out loud.
You mean MacBeth? (car splashes water onto Ian)
IIan
Quiet you blundering fool! You'll curse us all!
What, by saying MacBeth? (anvil falls on Ian's foot)
IIan
MacBeth! Uh! Now I've said it (Ian gets struck by lightning)
Oh, this is cool. MacBeth, MacBeth, MacBeth. (lightning strikes three times)
Marge
Bart! Stop saying MacBeth! (lightning strikes)
Mom, you said MacBeth! (lightning strikes)
Mr. MacBeth, I'm so sorry! (lightning strikes)
IIan
That's quite alright, you didn't know. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a performance to give.
IIan
It's bad luck to say that too! (MacBeth sign falls on Ian's head)
I dream of an America with nudity and F-words on network TV. Where the whole world doesn't stop because a school bus did. Children are the future... today belongs to me!
MCMeeting Crowd
[with their fists raised] YAY!
You can’t change the rules in the middle of the game! We never would've had these kids if we thought we had to pay for them. Promises were made!
Hey, tough tortellini! I am a-sick and a-tired of printing a-children's menu! Let Mickey Meatball find his own way out of the maze! [spits] Apooey!
We're sick and tired of buying overpriced tickets for your lousy school plays!
Marge
Then how would we ever get to see Camelot?!
We'll merely watch the movie on tape!
Marge
Hmm..., is that better? Well, to me, Ralph Wiggum is Sir Lancelot.
[singing] If ever I would leave you, it wouldn't be in summer!
MCMeeting Crowd
BOOOOOOOOOO!
Ladies and Gentlemen! Let's kill every child... FRIENDLY THING IN TOWN!!!!!!!!!!!
MCMeeting Crowd
[As they were dismissed to take actions] YAY!
It's time to put away my childish things... [in a deep voice] ...and become a man!
HHHomer/Henry VIII
[as aides are slicing his crown and other royal items in half] No fair! I invented divorce! How come you get half of everything?
PFPasty-Faced Lawyer
You should have invented the pre-nup. Now, one half of your kingdom, please.
[Homer/Henry VIII holds up of map of the British Isles. He rips it in half and gives the left part to Marge/Margerine of Aragon]
MMMarge/Margerine of Aragon
[groans] I get Ireland?
HHHomer/Henry VIII
Ha ha!
[Bart heads into the bathroom, Homer comes out giggling.]
Wait 'til he puts his unsuspecting butt on that toilet seat. [He giggles again, while looking at "Squat-n-Squirt" box cover. A toilet flushing is heard.] Huh? Where the "ee-yow"?
[exits the bathroom] All yours, Homer.
But you didn't sit on the toilet.
I didn't have to-- I'm a dude.
[snatches Bart back to the bathroom, forces him to sit on toilet] Butt on bowl, little man!
[struggling to sit on toilet] Hey, my pants aren't down!
[Bart gets through his legs and forces him on toilet, which it sprays water.]
[Bart laughs at it.]
[turns red in anger] Why you little--! [angrily strangles Bart] Joke's on me, isn't it?!
[Bart stucks the electric toothbrush up Homer's nose, makes him vibrate on inside. Then Homer grabs shower hose and sprays it in Bart's mouth. Then Bart grabs the toilet cleaning brush and brushes inside Homer's mouth, which makes him strangle him again. The shower hose flies with water still on hits things off.]
Marge
[offscreen] What's all that racket?!
[gasps] It's old lady Simpson! Run! [he and Bart runs out of the bathroom]
[as she and Marge enters] What's going on?
Uh... I'll tell you what's going on. I'm taking you all out for pancakes!
[Marge, Bart and Lisa cheers]