[Smithers turns his computer on. A bitmapped Mr. Burns appears]
Burns: [with inconsistent pitch] Hello, Smithers. You're quite good at turning me on.
Smithers: Um...you probably should ignore that.
[Lisa plays with her new Malibu Stacy doll]
Lisa: Come on, Stacy. I’ve waited my whole life to hear you speak. Don’t you have anything to say?
[She pulls the string]
Bart: Right on! Say it, sister!
Lisa: It’s not funny, Bart! Millions of girls will grow up thinking that this is the way to act – that they can never be more than vacuous ninnies whose only goal is to look pretty, land a rich husband, and spend all day on the phone with their equally vacuous friends talking about how damn terrific it is to look pretty and have a rich husband!!!
Bart: Just what I was gonna say.
Mr Peterson: We need more secret sauce. Put this mayonnaise in the sun.
Homer: I’m a white male, aged 18 to 49. Everyone listens to me! No matter how dumb my suggestions are.