Miss Hoover: Now, take out your red crayons. Ralph: Miss Hoover? Miss Hoover: Yes Ralph? Ralph: I don't have a red crayon. Miss Hoover: Why not? Ralph: I ate it.
Homer: Hey boy! Wanna play catch? Bart: No thanks dad. Homer: When a son doesn't want to play catch with his father something is definitely wrong. Grandpa Simpson: I'll play catch with you! Homer: Go home.
Carl: According to the map, the cabin should be right here. Lenny: Hey, maybe there is no cabin. Maybe it's one of them metaphorical things. Carl: Oh yeah, yeah... Like maybe the cabin is the place inside each of us, created by our goodwill and teamwork. Lenny: Oh! ...Nah, they said there would be sandwiches.
Homer: Old people don't need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.