Welcome to Itchy and Scratchy Land, where nothing can possi-bly go wrong

Possibly go wrong. Huh. That's the first thing that's ever gone wrong here.

We're all out of BORT license plates. I repeat: We are out of BORT license plates.

(GoodDoc and Hockey Goon, this is your cue)

 

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed. I wish there was a hole I could just crawl into and die."

"OK, throw her in the hole."

 

Hey look over there! YOINK!!!!

 

I'll have a Brain Burger with extra pus, please.


(from the Itchy and Scratchy Land episode too)

 

Hey look that bartender even looks like John Travolta!

Yeah. Looks like.

Mommy mommy8 buy me a license plate!

No, come along Bort!

Are you talking to me?

No my son is also named Bort.

 

Nazi Supermen Are Our Heroes!

 

"Attention, Marge Simpson. Attention, Marge Simpson. Your son has been arrested."

"Attention, Marge Simpson, we've also arrested your older, balder, fatter son."

 

But Marge I was a political prisoner!

How were you a political prisoner?

I kicked a giant mouse in the butt!! Do I have to draw you a diagram?

 

Hey, BYH, do you know where I can order a Lil' Bastard traveling kit?

 

Man 1: Mop and bucket man to the exit of the "Nauseator".
Man 2: We got another jumper on the roof of T. G. I. McScratchy's.
Man 3: We need more "Bort" license plates in the gift shop. I repeat,
we are sold out of "Bort" license plates.

 

Bart: I'll have a Brain Burger with extra pus, please.
Marge: Bart!
Homer: Eyeball stew.
Marge: Homer! We just got here and already I'm mortified beyond belief
by your embarrassing behavior.
Bart: I was just ordering a cheeseburger, Mom. They have violent
names for everything here.
Marge: Oh, I see. All right, hmm ... I'll have the Baby Guts.
Waiter: Lady, you disgust me.

 

Bart: A chopper! We're saved!
Man: [in Itchy costume] Hey! You're the guys that didn't like our
capering. When you get to hell, tell 'em Itchy sent you.