2.94sMeet me at Leicester Square at noon tomorrow.
2.67sThe queen herself shall drop the checkered flag.
4.62sLook, there's only one reasonable way to settle this-- rock, paper, scissors.
1.75sPoor, predictable Bart.
2.25sAlways takes rock.
2.32sGood old rock. Nothing beats that.
2.2sYou call this writing?
3.34sIf I puked in a fountain pen and mailed it to the monkey house, I'd get better scripts.
0.63sBut, sir, at Harvard--
2.7sOh, at Harvard they taught you? Hit the streets, egghead!
2.19sYou should've majored in not getting fired.
2.82sSir, a Lisa and Bart Simpson sent you a script.
1.93sYeah, yeah, yeah.
2.47s"Dear Mr. Meyers, my brother and I watch your show.
1.94sYou should be proud that children everywhere--"