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The out of context quotes thread

“My Stalker, My Stalker
Even though he’s court restrained
His obsession still remains.
My Stalker and me!”
 
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You’ve gotta give me back my floor! My customers are walking around on the pipes!

Next time, pay your bills.

But I don’t want to! *leaves*
 
Yeah, I bought your mutt, and I ate him.

*gasps*

I ate his little face, I ate his guts, and I ate the way he’s always barking! So I gave him to the church.

Oh, I see. You hate him so you gave him to the church.

Aye. I also ate the mess he left on me rug. You heard me!
 
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"God bless America, Cloud Mario. you are the saviour and king."
 
“Everyone loves Manic! I even sold a bottle to Mrs Conway the diabetic and a six pack to the paramedics that rushed her to the hospital.”
 
Smithers, why didn’t you tell me about this market crash?

Um… well… sir, it happened 25 years before I was born.

Oh, that’s your excuse for everything.
 
*Barney and Betty both holding a cake*
“Happy anniversary!”
*Fred and Wilma both glare angrily at each other and start yelling*
“YOU FORGOT!!!!!!!!!”
“I can’t believe you forgot our anniversary!”
“Time flies when you’re having fun.”
 
*Fleas jump onto Mr Harriman’s arm and he screams as they take control over it and make him slap himself*
“WHAT IS HAPPENING?!”
“STOP HITTING YOURSELF! STOP HITTING YOURSELF! STOP HITTING YOURSELF! STOP HITTING YOURSELF! STOP HITTING YOURSELF! STOP HITTING YOURSELF!”
 
Remember millionaire C. Montgomery Burns? The man who blocked out our son, ran over a local boy, and stole Christmas from 1981 to 1985? Well, guess who’s flat broke and picking up trash for a living?

Please be Flanders, please be Flanders, please be Flanders.
 
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