Marge: "Absolutely not."
Marge: "Oh, it was an accident – an accident!"
Marge: "742 Evergreen Terrace, Springfield."
Marge: "Isn't it adorable?"
Marge: "You two make an adorable pair."
Marge: "I'm not sure your advice was all that helpful."
Marge: "<gasp> That's amazing!"
Marge: "Shut up, Becky! ... There, I finally said it."
Marge: "This isn't over, Becky! I know where you live!"
Marge: "I'm going to bed."
Marge: "Who's up for some beers?"
Homer: "I am!"
Stephen Hawking: "That's the smartest thing I've heard all day."
Marge: "Beer!"
Marge: "Well, maybe it's all for the best."
Marge: "Let's have a civilized conversation, shall we?"
Homer: "Are you coming on to me?"
Marge: "No! Good night. Sheesh."
Marge: "Now hold on – I have some concerns."
Marge: "Before you even consider this, I insist you consult a doctor."
Marge: "That's crazy!"
Marge: "It's too dangerous."
Marge: "<groan> I guess I've been in denial."
Marge: "What have you done?"
Marge: "Don't do that!"
Marge: "Mmmm, I don't know ... I just don't get this."
Marge: "Oh, dear, we don't want that!"
Marge: "Maybe we should all have a few drinks."
Homer: "Is this a happy ending or a sad ending?"
Marge: "It's an ending. That's enough."
Marge: "I thought those only existed in the movies."
Marge: "You should get your eyes checked."
Marge: "No, I will not pay you $500 for sex."
Marge: "How have you been getting away with this?"
Marge: "Someone should really go up there and talk to him."
Marge: "Good lord!"
Marge groaning.
Marge: "Guns are very dangerous, and I won't have them in this house."
Marge: "That ain't gonna happen, bub."
Marge: "Oh, you like Jimi Hendrix, right?"
Marge: "Hey!"
Marge: "Hey, listen to this."
Marge: "Hey ... Look at that."
Marge: "Ya know, a lot of men use their Saturdays to do things around the house... hint, hint."
Marge: "I never realized history was so filthy!"
Marge: "Any ideas yet?"
Marge: "Something incredible has happened!"
Marge: "Please, just let it be."
Marge: "Ooooh, that's a lifesaver!"
Marge: "Have you lost your mind?"
Marge: "Have you lost your mind?"
Marge: "Whenever the wind whistles through the leaves, I'll think, 'Lowenstein... Lowenstein...' "
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