Look there's something right here. It seems to be some sort of rock. Oh no, it’s just a clump of dirt. Even so, my heart is pounding like a kettle drum, I better sit down for a while.
Marge: Homer is there something you're not telling us? Astrolabe: It is 6:31pm in Montreal. The moon is waxing tonight. Marge: What's that? Homer: Uh, woohoo! Maggie's talking!
Lisa: No dad, this time you were just plain selfish! Astrolabe: I am not returnable! :Homer cries: I will be testing my smoke alarm for the next three hours. :Homer cries:
Skinner: [thinking] I know you can read my thoughts, Bart. Just a little reminder: if I found out you cut class, your ass is mine. Yes, you head me. I _think_ words I would never say.
Homer: [thinking] I know you can read _my_ thoughts, boy. Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow...
Hello, is this...GBM. I read in the personals that you were seeking a soulmate. Well, I also like rainy days & movies. Uh-huh...no, I don't like that...or that. No, it's not that I'm afraid. I'm going to hang up now, bye bye.