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The Simpsons:  Marge   1   2

Marge: "Absolutely not."

Marge: "Oh, it was an accident, an accident!"

Marge: "742 Evergreen Terrace, Springfield."

Marge: "Isn't it adorable?"

Marge: "You two make an adorable pair."

Marge: "I'm not sure your advice was all that helpful."

Marge: "<gasp> That's amazing!"

Marge: "Shut up, Becky! ... There, I finally said it."

Marge: "This isn't over, Becky! I know where you live!"

Marge: "I'm going to bed."

Marge: "Who's up for some beers?"

Homer: "I am!"

Stephen Hawking: "That's the smartest thing I've heard all day."

Marge: "Beer!"

Marge: "Well, maybe it's all for the best."

Marge: "Let's have a civilized conversation, shall we?"

Homer: "Are you coming on to me?"

Marge: "No! Good night. Sheesh."

Marge: "Now hold on -- I have some concerns."

Marge: "Before you even consider this, I insist you consult a doctor."

Marge: "That's crazy!"

Marge: "It's too dangerous."

Marge: "<groan> I guess I've been in denial."

Marge: "What have you done?"

Marge: "Don't do that!"

Marge: "Mmmm, I don't know ... I just don't get this."

Marge: "Oh, dear, we don't want that!"

Marge: "Maybe we should all have a few drinks."

Homer: "Is this a happy ending or a sad ending?"

Marge: "It's an ending. That's enough."

Marge: "I thought those only existed in the movies."

Marge: "You should get your eyes checked."

Marge: "How have you been getting away with this?"

Marge: "Someone should really go up there and talk to him."

Marge: "Good lord!"

Marge groaning.

Marge: "Guns are very dangerous, and I won't have them in this house."

Marge: "That ain't gonna happen, bub."

Marge: "Oh, you like Jimi Hendrix, right?"

Marge: "Hey!"

Marge: "Hey, listen to this."

Marge: "Hey ... Look at that."

Marge: "Ya know, a lot of men use their Saturdays to do things around the house... hint, hint."

Marge: "I never realized history was so filthy!"

Marge: "Any ideas yet?"

Marge: "Something incredible has happened!"

Marge: "Please, just let it be."

Marge: "Ooooh, that's a lifesaver!"

Marge: "Have you lost your mind?"

Marge: "Have you lost your mind?"

Marge: "Whenever the wind whistles through the leaves, I'll think, 'Lowenstein... Lowenstein'..."