Yep, General Sherman. They say he's five hundred pounds of bottom-dwelling fury, don't you know. No one knows how old he is, but if you ask me, and most people do, he's hundred years if he's a day.
And, uh, no one's ever caught him?
Well, one fella came close. Went by the name of Homer. Seven feet tall he was, with arms like tree trunks. His eyes were like steel: cold, hard. Had a shock of hair, red, like the fires of Hell.
The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother! I call him Gamblor, and it's time to snatch your mother from his neon claws!
The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother! I call him Gamblor, and it's time to snatch your mother from his neon claws!
LISA: There's nothing to eat for breakfast. HOMER: You gotta improvise, Lisa: [mixing ingredients] cloves ... Tom Collins mix ... frozen pie crust ... LISA: Maybe mom just doesn't realize we miss her. We could go down to the casino and let her know ... HOMER: Oh come on, Lisa, there's no reason to [takes bite] ... let's go see mom.
Salesman: Folks, how often have you opened your morning paper, only to have the rubber band fly off and hit you right in the eye?
Marge: Never but it's my number one concern.
Salesman:Well with the Omnigogs system, those worries are a thing of the past. *Opens paper, rubber band hits him in the eye.* I'm alright folks... thanks to my Omnigogs!
This is the moment we feared, people! Many of you thought it would never happen! But I insisted we spend two hours every morning training for it! You all thought I was mad, many of you requested to be transferred to another peanut factory, but now...
This is the moment we feared, people! Many of you thought it would never happen! But I insisted we spend two hours every morning training for it! You all thought I was mad, many of you requested to be transferred to another peanut factory, but now...