Homer: Boy, those pies look good.. Woman: Open your gullet, you human blob!. Homer: *scoffs pie*. Lisa: Well? What d'ya think?. Homer: What do I think of the pie? What do I think of the pie?! Goodness gracious, its delicious! Thats what I think of the pie!Because... - trails off -.
[Homer]. Around the house, I never lift a finger. As a husband and father, I'm sub-par. I'd rather drink a beer than win father of the year. I'm happy with things the way they are.
Who controls the British crown?. Who keeps the metric system down?. We do, we do. Who keeps Atlantis off the maps?. Who keeps the Martians under wraps?.
[Jockeys] Freaks, freaks, freaks!. We are the jockeys, jockeys are we. We live underground in a fiberglass tree. [Jockey #1] Ha!. [Jockey #2] Ooo!. [Jockey #3] Haha! 'Tween Earth and Hell, we reign supreme.
If I could say your name it wouldn't come to this. And if I know you're mine then it'll be alright. But if I stay the night then I'll never fix what I want to.
I dwell on the times I've had. I can't seem to leave the past. I've lost who I am inside. My spirit has long since died. My eyes, they no longer see. .
I can't go on. each second lasts forever. this must be the end. drown in waters black beneath me. I see nothing here but failure. I stand motionless in sorrow.
I'm waiting for you to find me. I'm waiting for that voice to fall asleep. . I would never stay here without you. My hands are here. But my heart, my heart is so far away.
I am not on top of a mountain. And I am not under the ground. I am not spilling over the edges. And I am not easily found. . I am not in shelter from the winter.
Whether you like a storm breaking. Or whether you don't. There's still one thing. You have to say to me. Maybe you won't. . But every time it feels like lightning.
whatever it takes you to believe it. that's all right with me. take this morning in my kitchen. or whatever that helps you to believe. you will find me down by the river.
When past lovers have left you down. Did you think I'd place the crown upon your head?. Do you think I bury the dead with my love. When past lovers have left you down?.
I am still eleven but I'm only twenty-one. I'd like to be figment of your imagination. And I know I can believe me if I listen to myself. 'Caused you're just ornamented and you're sitting on a shelf.
Focusing myself. Finding clues in you and everyone else. We're hearts on a shelf. Believing that we're saved. . Sometimes these things aren't. Really supposed to work out this way.
I'm gonna buy a gun,. so I can end it any time I want,. and laugh as I blow it away,. funny as an atom bomb,. solemn as a child at a ticker tape parade,.
Trying to forget about the thought of moving on. But I'll try and I kept waiting. Trying to move on without you feels so wrong. But I'll try and I'll keep waiting for you.
To the Pharisees of the twenty-first century. To those who know only religious ceremonies. Crooked liars behind pedestals. Got bibles in their hands but know nothing of what it holds.
Now life has ended. Played all the cards that have been handed. And now eternity has a whole new meaning. . With it's no end and no beginning. A heart comes to its last ticking.
Certain people can't be trusted.. Certain lies must be told.. Certain events must go unnoticed,. others must be well exposed.. . Some trouble can be justified..