The Simpsons (TV Series)
Two Dozen and One Greyhounds (1995)
Dan Castellaneta: Homer Simpson, Texan, Grampa Simpson, IRS Regional Director
Quotes
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Homer Simpson : Hmm, I guess Bart's not to blame. He's lucky too, because it's spanking season, and I got a hankering for some spankering!
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Marge Simpson : Now, I know we love the puppies very much, but I think they're getting to be a problem.
Bart : Yeah, they ate all my socks. I have to wear Lisa's to school today.
Homer Simpson : [seeing the girly socks he's wearing] How do you explain the culottes, boy?
Bart : [wearing a skirt, too] Well, I have to coordinate, don't I?
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[a wild Santa's Little Helper digs up a dozen holes in the backyard]
Lisa : [gasp] My bongo drums!
Bart : My strobe light!
Homer Simpson : My "Best of Ray Stevens - featuring the 'Streak' - Album"! So it was the dog who buried all our stuff!
Marge Simpson : Yes... the dog.
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Race Track Announcer : As they round the far turn, it's She's the Fastest followed by Always Comes in Second and I'm Number Three.
Homer Simpson : Yes! Come on, you little horse!
Race Track Announcer : And they're in the home stretch. It's...
[Santa's Little Helper runs out onto the track]
Race Track Announcer : Wait! Another dog is on the track!
Bart : It's Santa's Little Helper!
Race Track Announcer : The mystery dog is gaining fast on the outside. Of course, he could never win this race... or could he?
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Lisa : [trying to give the puppies away] They don't like being broken up.
Marge Simpson : We've got to be realistic, kids. Who's going to have a big enough heart to take care of 25 puppies?
Mr. Burns : [chuckling] And I know the little fellows will love romping around my many acres, chasing my many cars, drinking from my many toilets.
Homer Simpson : Who wouldn't?
Lisa : [quietly] Mom, don't give the puppies to him. He'll be mean to them.
Marge Simpson : Hmm. She's right, Homer. There's something about his face I don't trust.
Homer Simpson : [Burns laughs evily] Uh... I'm sorry, Mr. Burns, but you can't have these dogs.
[flinching]
Homer Simpson : Am I fired?
Mr. Burns : Hmm? Oh, of course not. They're your pets. You can do as you wish.
[leaving with Smithers]
Mr. Burns : Good day, everyone.
Marge Simpson : My, he certainly took that well.
Homer Simpson : A little too well, if you ask me. I'm sure he's plotting some brilliant scheme to get those puppies.
Mr. Burns : [stealing the puppies behind their backs] There you go. There you go. You, too.
Smithers : Honestly, sir, you just don't put the effort into your schemes that you used to.
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Homer Simpson : [opening a bag of potato chips while watching TV] Ah...
[a puppy snatches his chip]
Homer Simpson : D'oh!
[in succession as he takes a new chip out]
Homer Simpson : Ah... d'oh! Ah... d'oh! Mm... d'oh! Ah... d'oh! Ooh... d'oh! This time... d'oh! Ah... d'oh!
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Marge Simpson : Yeesh! This house stinks. You're not just putting the new newspapers over the old ones, are you?
Homer Simpson : [the kitchen floor is littered with paper] Do you have a better idea?
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Marge Simpson : All right, who broke my vase?
Lisa : Who took all my test papers off the refrigerator and tore them up?
Homer Simpson : Who spread garbage all over Flanders' yard before I got a chance to?
Bart : Oh, please. This is senseless destruction with none of my usual social commentary.
Lisa : [Santa's Little Helper leaps in with a pillow in his mouth and shakes the filling out] If it wasn't you, then who was it?
Marge Simpson : [SLH chases after Snowball the cat with a kitchen knife in his mouth] Well, I'm sure these things didn't destroy themselves, now did they?
Homer Simpson : [frightened] Did they?
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Marge Simpson : [after Santa's Little Helper humps a female dog] I think they're in love.
Homer Simpson : [the crowd "awws"] Aw! So that's what's been wrong with the little fella. He misses casual sex.
Lisa : Can we keep Santa's girlfriend, mom?
Bart : Please?
Marge Simpson : But she's not our dog.
Texan : [giving Homer the leash] She's yours now. Once they fall in love, they lose their racing spirit.
Marge Simpson : Won't you miss her loyalty and companionship?
Texan : [guffawing] Lady, you're all right.
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Marge Simpson : Ooh, this place is so big. Do you think we should split up and look for him, Homie? Homie?
Homer Simpson : [at a betting window] Two bucks to win on number eight.
[seeing Marge's look, he turns on the waterworks]
Homer Simpson : And have you seen my beloved dog?
[stopping]
Homer Simpson : Give me the ticket.
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Homer Simpson : We can't lose! Look at the name of the dog I bet on.
Marge Simpson : "She's the Fastest." Homer, I don't think that means necessarily...
Race Track Announcer : And they're off! She's the Fastest jumps out to an insurmountable lead.
Homer Simpson : You're lucky you've got looks, Marge.
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Homer Simpson : [Santa's Little Helper energetically digs in the back yard] Oh, my god! He's got the precious cable TV cable!
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Marge Simpson : Excuse me. We're having a problem with our dog.
Pet Store Clerk : Lady, I'll tell you what I'm telling everyone else: I'm sorry if your dog went blind, but your gripe is with Hartz Mountain, not with me.
Marge Simpson : No! No, our dog is out of control. He's wild, destructive, and has little or no respect for authority.
Pet Store Clerk : Hmm. Let me try a canine-human mind meld. It's an incredibly rare psychic power possessed only by me and three other clerks at this store.
[putting his hands on Santa's Little Helper's face, a la the Vulcan mind meld]
Pet Store Clerk : Okay.
[barking and moaning]
Pet Store Clerk : I'm bored. I'm restless. Need change in life.
[barking again]
Pet Store Clerk : Like imported leather leash... uh, blue contact lenses... 200-volt shock training collar.
Homer Simpson : [cut to them driving home with the car filled with supplies] Well, problem solved.
Marge Simpson : [he "dusts off" his hands] Homer, hold onto the wheel!
Homer Simpson : You've got it.
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Bart : [Santa's Little Helper manages to squeeze through the cracked car window] Hey!
Homer Simpson : Don't worry. We'll catch him or run him over trying.
Bart : Look, he's headed back to the greyhound racing track where we found him.
Homer Simpson : Don't worry. As soon as they find out he doesn't have any money, they'll throw him out. Believe me, I know.
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Bart : Hey, look! A really small dog just fell out of Santa's girlfriend!
Marge Simpson : Oh, my god! She's having babies! Oh, I'm sorry, girl. I thought you were just getting fat.
Lisa : Look! It's twins!
Homer Simpson : No, it's two sets of twins.
Bart : Two sets of twins and a triplet.
Marge Simpson : Homer! Homer, find a place for all these little miracles.
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Reverend Lovejoy : Oh, just lovely, Marge. The whole town will hear what a perfect evening this was. How nothing at all went wrong.
Army Sergeant : Simpson, this evening has gone so flawlessly, I'm gonna forget that you were mistakenly let out of the army a month early.
IRS Regional Director : I'm so impressed by this problem-free evening that there's no need for that audit.
IRS Regional Director , Army Sergeant , Reverend Lovejoy : [standing and raising their glases] A toast to the Simpsons.
Army Sergeant : And to the delectable turkey...
[it begins to roll around of its own accord]
Army Sergeant : ...that's walking around the table?
Reverend Lovejoy : Dear Lord, it's a demon bird!
[it cracks open, revealing two of the puppies inside; retching into their napkins, the guests all leave, then poke their heads back in one by one]
Army Sergeant : SimpSON! See you at reveille 0500 tomorrow.
IRS Regional Director : See you at the IRS.
Reverend Lovejoy : See you in hell! From heaven.
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Marge Simpson : [watching TV with the puppies, one gets on its hind legs and puts its paws on the screen] Look at Branford II. Isn't that cute? He thinks he's one of the Models, Inc.
[the family laughs; feeling left out, Snowball does the same thing]
Homer Simpson : Get that cat out of the way!
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Homer Simpson : Your mother and I have been thinking about giving the puppies away.
Homer Simpson : Mainly your mother.
Lisa : Is that what we do in this family? When someone becomes an inconvenience, we just get rid of them?
Grampa Simpson : [at the Retirement Castle, he picks up a silent phone receiver] Hello? Is anybody there?
[hanging up, dejected]
Grampa Simpson : Aw...