“Simpson, eh? As for him, many years will pass, where he will remain unaware the Sword of Damocles is dangling over him. And when he least expects it…”

“Oooh, the Germans are mad at me! I’m so scared! Oooh, the Germans! Uh-oh, the Germans are going to get me!”

Smithers: What’s wrong sir, did I get some in your eye? The Shampoo specifically said, “No more tears!”
Mr. Burns: Ah, lovely promise but, one beyond the powers of a mere shampoo.

I’m afraid all of those players have retired and, uh… passed on. In fact, your right-fielder has been dead for a hundred and thirty years.

Well, Simpson, I must say, once you’ve been through something like that with a person, you never want to see that person again.