American donuts. Glazed, powdered, and raspberry-filled. Now, how's that for freedom of choice?
Homer's brain : Uh, oh. It's time you told Marge your secret.
Homer : Marge , I ate those fancy soaps you bought for the bathroom.
Marge : Oh, my gosh!
Homer's Brain : No, the other secret.
Homer : Marge, I never passed high school.
Marge : That still doesn't explain why you ate my soap. Wait, maybe it does.
Homer : How much does this job pay?
Lenny : Nothing.
Homer : D'oh!
Lenny : Unless you're crooked.
Homer : Woohoo!
Lisa : You must drive this stake right through his heart.
Homer : Take that vile FIEND!
[Homer plunges stake into body, repeatedly hammering]
Lisa : Ah ... Dad, that's his crotch.
Homer : Ho Ho Ho, Sorry!
Oh Marge, anyone can miss Canada ... all tucked away down there.
Smithers : Next question. There's a problem with the reactor. What do you do?
Homer : There's a problem with teh reactor?! [Homer stands up].
Homer : WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!! [runs out of room screaming].