Homer: Do you see now why we need that wall, Marge?
Marge: BUILD IT, HOMER! BUILD IT TALL AS THE SKY AND DEEPER THAN HELL!

Minnesota Vikings apparel? This is Tennessee Titans country!

Milhouse

Homer: What's wrong, old friend? Can't sleep? (his stomach is rumbling) Aww. Would some warm beer settle you down? (his stomach continues rumbling) Uh-oh. (gets up and runs off) Those barley burgers were tainted! Why did I eat twelve of them?! Why?! (runs to a bathroom door, only to find Marge using it)
Marge: Taken!
[Homer shuts the bathroom door, and runs upstairs to another bathroom door, only to find Bart using it.]
Bart: Occupied!
[Homer runs to another bathroom door, only to find Lisa using it.]
Lisa: Hurling!
[Homer runs, looks both ways, runs into Lisa's bedroom, and vomits into her saxophone; his mouth gets stuck trying to get it out.]
Homer: Uh-oh!

(After a dying Sideshow Mel praises William Shakespeare.) Well, if you see him in Heaven... tell him he sucks!

Homer

Normally I love to see flaming dream boats heading my way but not like this baby!! Not like this!!!

King Julio

Patty: I don't need a man, for I have England!
Moe: Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.

King Julio: (about Lenny) Guards take him away and put things inside of him!
Guard: Nice things?
Julio: No, not nice things!

Bart: Get a room!
Homer: Come on boy, be cool.
Bart: But-
Homer: Be cool or you're grounded!

I'm sorry, Moe. I didn't mean everybody everybody, hope you don't mind.

Homer

I've never been called "fierce" before. "Strident." "Hectoring" has been tossed around.

Lisa

Five more water heaters and we get a free water heater.

Marge

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
to the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more.

Homer (as Macbeth)

The Simpsons Season 20 Quotes

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
to the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more.

Homer (as Macbeth)

Lisa: Dad, we have to do something all the bees are dying!
Homer: (sarcastically) Oh, no! No bees! Ooh, now who will sting me and walk all over my sandwiches?
Lisa: But, Dad! Bees pollinate flowers.
Homer: Pfft. Flowers, the painted whores of the plant world.