Bart, stop pestering Satan!

I'd go with Satan himself!

What's that strange feeling? Oh, an accomplishment.

Homer, I don’t want to leave Springfield. I’ve dug myself into a happy little rut here and I’m not about to hoist myself out of it

Wow, three pairs of shoes! Someone had a fetish.

This family has had its differences and we've squabbled, but we've never had knife fights before, and I blame this house