All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.
The Simpsons are going to Delaware!
Pffft, English. Who needs that? I’m never going to England.
Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in the bosom of a man like smoke.
Sensitive love letters are my specialty. ‘Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.’
I want answers now or I want them eventually!
Boy, those Germans have a word for everything!
Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires and most their sires disgrace.
Greetings, friends. Do you wish to look as happy as me? Well, you’ve got the power inside you right now. So use it and send one dollar to Happy Dude, 742 Evergreen Terrace, Springfield. Don’t delay. Eternal happiness is just a dollar away.
And by the Sacred Parchment, I swear that if I reveal the secrets of The Stonecutters, may my stomach become bloated and my head be plucked of all but three hairs.
Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.
The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother, and I call him Gamblor!
Without TV, it’s hard to know when one day ends and another begins.
I can’t even say the word ‘titmouse’ without giggling like a schoolgirl.
I’m a rageaholic. I just can’t live without rageahol.
I don’t know how much longer I can complain.
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!
Thou shalt not take moochers into thy hut?
First you don’t want me to get the pony, then you want me to take it back. Make up your mind!
Being popular is the most important thing in the world!