Mother Simpson

"Smithers, who was that corpse?"

Patty and Selma bring the gravestone reading "Homer J. Simpsons: We are richer for having lost him"

"Homer when I asked you if that dummy was to fake your own death you said no!"

Good Doc/Scorpio, this is again your cue!

 

Here Lies Walt Whitman! AAAARGH! DAMN YOU WALT WHITMAN! I HATE YOU WALT FREAKING WHITMAN! LEAVES OF GRASS MY ASS!!!

 

"Put out an APB for a Uosdwis R Jewoh ... you should start in Greektown."

"That's Homer J. Simpson, Chief."

 

I'LL KWANZAA YOU!!!!!

 

Spill it, Muddy Mae, or we're going to the cops!

 

I'm trying to watch the Super Bowl! If people don't support this thing it might not make it!

Look at them sideburns! HE looks like a girl! Now Johnny Unitas! There's a haircut you could set your watch to!

 

There goes Joe Willie Namath, swaggering off the field, his sideburns an apogee of sculpted sartorium -- the foppish follicles pioneered by Ambrose Burnside, Appomattox 1865.

 

Do I know what rhetorical means?

You were a rotten wife and I'll never ever forgive you! Can we have sex? Please?

 

"I was the Lindbergh baby! I miss my fly-fly Da-Da!"

"Are you stalling, or senile?"

"A little from Column A, a little from Column B."

 

AHAHAHAHAHHAAH I forgot Smithers tapes over Burns' war tape with Waterloo.

 

This is one of the few Simpsons with a poignant ending: Homer staring at the stars after saying goodbye to his mother.

 

"Clogs clearing, asthma disappearing ... Acne ... remains, but asthma disappearing."