Simpsons: Hit & Run

Homer Simpson:
Barney, you know that cooler I gave you for your birthday? Well, Flanders wants it back.

Homer Simpson:
Finally, I can get some sleep.

Homer Simpson:
D'oh!

Homer Simpson:
C. Montgomery Burns! I know you're guilty! J'accuse! Sir.

Lisa Simpson:
Milhouse, stop following me around!

Lisa Simpson:
Milhouse, have you seen Bart?

Lisa Simpson:
This isn't a good time.

Lisa Simpson:
Mission accomplished, but Bart's still missing and I'm still no closer to finding him.

Apu:
Perhaps you should talk to Professor Frink. He seems to know everything... except why I ever came to this jerkwater burg.

Homer Simpson:
Here's your science project.

Lisa Simpson:
Thanks for delivering my model of the digestive system. Hey! Where's the gall bladder?

Homer Simpson:
I got hungry and... it was a fig?

Lisa Simpson:
It was modeling clay!

Homer Simpson:
Oh.

Lisa Simpson:
I am the lizard queen!

Comic Book Guy:
Ah, videogames, what a waste of money. Now to go online and bid one thousand dollars for a set of Itchy and Scratchy corn-cob holders. Terrific, terrific experience.

Marge Simpson:
Homey, you're late for work, and today's your workplace evaluation with Mr. Smithers!

Homer Simpson:
Ahh! He'll find my scorpion farm, then where will my scorpions live?

Homer Simpson:
How can I sleep with that camera? Ooh, sexy girls could be watching me on the internet!

Marge Simpson:
If only kids would play more video games about sharing.

Moe Szyslak:
Sorry Bart, I can't sell booze to a minor, it ain't right.

Bart Simpson:
I'm here about fireworks.

Moe Szyslak:
Oh, hell yeah!

Bart Simpson:
Ralph, word in the hood is that you have access to your dad's fireworks stash.

Ralph Wiggum:
Fireworks make my ears yell!

Bart Simpson:
Here's some gumdrops, now make with the works!

Ralph Wiggum:
My daddy's gonna put you in jail.

Comic Book Guy:
I have no time to converse with you, I must be first to register my disgust on the internet regarding the new McBane film. The action was dismal and the nudity was frustratingly fleeting. I barely got going.

Bart Simpson:
Quick, to the Fatmobile!

Comic Book Guy:
Yes, I suppose. But must we call it that?

Chief Wiggum:
Now, first of all, if you're gonna go undercover, you are gonna need a disguise.

Lisa Simpson:
You mean like an eye patch?

Chief Wiggum:
Hey, good one! If we could afford a disguise like that, I wouldn't be payed in potato chip coupons.

Chief Wiggum:
Strike two - running over an elderly person without a license.

Homer Simpson:
Flanders, give me your first aid kit.

Ned Flanders:
Well, I was hoping to save it for Rod and Todd to bandage their brain-eating boo-boos.

Homer Simpson:
Just rub a bible on them.

Ned Flanders:
Will that work to fend off zombies?

Homer Simpson:
Who am I, Doctor Science?

Ned Flanders:
Okely-dokely, here's the first aid.

Rod Flanders:
Daddy, if the zombies are dead, why aren't they in Heaven?

Todd Flanders:
I hope my brain feeds a hungry zombie.

Comic Book Guy:
If my knowledge of sci-fi movies is correct, which it is, the black car is an advanced probe for the mothership. Now, if you're through, I'm going to spend my last hours on Earth complaining about movies on the internet.

Homer Simpson:
The gift of life is wasted on you.

Comic Book Guy:
Yes, I recommend you obtain a zombie car. It will protect you well but it runs on human brains, a slight drawback.

Homer Simpson:
I've got plenty of those.

Homer Simpson:
Can you come and pick me up? I'll pay you in back rubs.

Apu:
Unless I redeem myself, I will be reincarnated as a sea cucumber. Or worse, a land cucumber!

Apu:
I am a lean, mean, vindaloo machine!

Lisa Simpson:
Er... Can you help a sister out?

Comic Book Guy:
I will roll to determine your chances of getting a ride.

Comic Book Guy:
I will be there in five turns.