The Simpsons (TV Series)

The Parent Rap (2001)

Dan Castellaneta: Homer Simpson, Marty, Charlton Heston, Coach, Hans Moleman

Quotes 

• Judge Constance Harm : Grand theft auto?

  Bart Simpson : It was an accident, ma'am.

  Judge Constance Harm : Don't spit on my cupcake and tell me its frosting.

  Homer Simpson : What did she say about cupcakes?

• Homer : Careful. These pants cost me 600$.

  Moe : 600$?

  Homer : Yeah, they're Italian.

  Moe : [pulls out shotgun and points it at Homer]  All right, hand them over.

  Homer : Moe?

  Moe : Yeah, I rob now.

• Homer Simpson : She is so cool!

  Marge Simpson : We hate her, Homer.

• Judge Constance Harm : Agh! That quilt was made by my Grandmother.

  Homer Simpson : So... it cost you nothin'.

• Lisa Simpson : That's my brother.

  Snake : Um, did she say she used to be a dude?

• Homer Simpson : Judge Snyder, while we're young?

• Judge Constance Harm : According to this, your father was driving you to school. Then where was he when you stole the police car?

  Homer Simpson : Uh, your Honor, I was chasing the KBBL Party Penguin Prize Patrol.

  Judge Constance Harm : You abandoned your son to win forty dollars?

  Homer Simpson : And a Blue Oyster Cult medallion.

  [Holds it up and admires it] 

  Homer Simpson : Cool.

  Judge Constance Harm : And that was more important than keeping your son out of trouble?

  Homer Simpson : Your Honor, if may sing a little bit of, "Don't Fear the Reaper," I think you'll agree...

  Judge Constance Harm : I'm familiar with BOC. But you have got a boy here who is crying out for adult supervision.

  Homer Simpson : I couldn't agree more. Perhaps some sort of court-appointed babysitter or au pair.

  Judge Constance Harm : Sorry, bub, that crow won't caw.

  Homer Simpson : It won't!

• Judge Constance Harm : I hereby order you to be tethered to your son.

  Homer Simpson : Tethered!

  Judge Constance Harm : Tethered. Report to room five.

  Homer Simpson : Room five!

• Homer Simpson : That was close.

  Hans Moleman : Please drive off me.

  Homer Simpson : Argh!

  Marge Simpson : What was that?

  Homer Simpson : Uh, just the radio, dear.

• Edna Krabappel : Okay, now who can pick out the predicate in this sentence?

  Homer Simpson : Ahhh!

  Edna Krabappel : What is it now, Bart?

  Bart Simpson : Night terrors.

  Homer Simpson : Ahh! Cobras!

• Homer Simpson : Look at her in there, washing her body.