Lisa Simpson: Dad, are you all right? I see food on your plate instead of blurring motions.
Homer Simpson: Kids, daddy underwent a special procedure done so that he can be more attactive to your mother.
Bart Simpson: You had your hot dog plumped?
Homer Simpson: No, I had my stomach stapled.
[cuts up a piece of pizza, puts it in the blender, and drinks it]
Homer Simpson: Oh, all food tastes like barf now.
Bart Simpson: Alan Moore! You wrote my favorite Radioactive Man comics.
Alan Moore: Oh, really? You liked how I made your favorite superhero a heroin-addicted jazz critic who's not radioactive?
Bart Simpson: I don't read the words, I just like it when he punches people.
[Milo hands out Japanese hard candy]
Nelson Muntz: I got prawn!
Milhouse: I got miso!
Lisa Simpson: I got dolphin.
Homer Simpson: We're gonna be rich! We can finally start a family!
Marge Simpson: We have a family.
Homer Simpson: A better one.
Daniel Clowes: Oh, no! The store is in trouble!
Alan Moore: League of Extraordinary Freelancers activate!
[they all tear off their shirts]
Art Spiegelman: [puts on mouse mask] Maus is in the house!
Homer Simpson: Hors d'ouvres, big fancy desserts, and my wife's paying for it all. Now I know why pimps are always so happy.