Homer From now on I am gonna eat everything in bar form
*puts large bowel of pasta and meatballs into compactor, compacts it untill a bar is made then eats it*
Homer Hospital Please

Oh man that looked gross.
Marge: Lisa, you got a letter.
Lisa: It's from my pen pal, Anya!
Anya: "Dear Lisa - as I write this, I am very sad. Our president has been overthrown and...
Gruff male voice: ...replaced by the benevolent General Krull. All hail Krull and his glorious new regime! Sincerely, Little Girl."
Ned Flanders: [threateningly] Say your prayers, Simpson ...because the schools can't force you like they should! Maude, these new finger razors make hedge trimming as much fun as sitting through church!
Wiggum: And once a man is in your home, anything you do to him is nice and legal.
Homer: Is that so? Oh, Flanders! Won't you join me in my kitchen?
Wiggum: Uh, it doesn't work if you invite him.
[Flanders enters.]
Flanders: Hey-dilly hey!
Homer: [sourly] Go home.
Flanders: [unfazed] Too-dilly doo!
Homer: Hey kids, wanna drive through that cactus patch?
Bart: Yeah!
Lisa: Yeah!
Bob: [trailing Simpsons under the car] No!
Homer: Oh well, two against one!
Witness Relocation Agent: Tell you what, sir. From now on, you'll be, uh, Homer Thompson at Terror Lake. Let's just practice a bit, hm? When I say, "Hello, Mr. Thompson," you'll say, "Hi."
Homer: Check.
Agent: Hello, Mr. Thompson.
[Homer says nothing]
Worker: Remember now, your name is Homer Thompson.
Homer: I gotcha.
Agent: Hello, Mr. Thompson.
[Homer stays silent.]
[The clock goes forward several hours and the rest of the family is dozing off.]
Worker: [impatiently] Ugh, now when I say, "Hello, Mr. Thompson," and press down on your foot, you smile and nod.
Homer: No problem.
Agent: [stomping on his foot repeatedly] Hello, Mr. Thompson!
[Homer stares blankly for several seconds.]
Homer: [whispering to other agent] I think he's talking to you.
As Bart is sleeping, Homer bursts in with a butcher knife and a tray.]
Homer: [shouting nearly unintelligibly and brandishing the knife] BART, DO YOU WANT SOME BROWNIES BEFORE YOU GO TO BED?!!?
[Bart screams.]
Homer: Come on, let me cut you a brownie while they're still hot.
Bart: [sighs in relief] Dad, I'm kind of edgy right now. I'd appreciate you not running in my room screaming and brandishing a butcher knife!
Homer: Why? [brief pause] Oh, right, the Sideshow Bob thing. I'm sorry, boy.
[Homer kisses Bart and leaves, then bursts through the door again, brandishing a hockey mask and a running chainsaw.]
Homer: BART, DO YOU WANNA SEE MY NEW CHAINSAW AND HOCKEY MASK?!?!
[Bart screams.]
Homer: [turns off the chainsaw] Oh, sorry. What am I thinking?

Best.Episode.EVER.