crap! missed the end of that.
Apu: Well, time to replenish the hot dog roller. La, la -- oops
[drops a hot dog] Oh, no -- it is encrusted with filth. [blows
it off] Oh well, let's sell it anyway. Now this is just between
me and you...smashed hat. Hee hee --
Kent: Hot diggety-dog, we've got him, Mr. Simpson. Now let's -- Mr.
Simpson?
Homer: One hot dog please.
and then there's:
Kent: We've come up with a camera so tiny it fits into this oversized
novelty hat.
[Homer puts it on, and struggles to stand upright]
Now, go get us some incriminating footage, and remember: you have
to get in and out in ten minutes, or you'll suffer permanent neck
damage.
Man: [neck horribly twisted] He's not kidding.
Barney approaches some giant woman-shaped bottles of syrup. "Excuse me,
ma'am," he asks, "Where are the lampshades?" When she doesn't answer,
he rocks the bottle, "Ma'am?" It topples over, spilling syrup out of
her head with a glugging noise. "Oh, I've killed her!" Barney laments,
"It's all happening again!" He runs off crying, straight into a stack
of cranberry juice bottles. They smash to the floor, creating a giant
wave of red. Barney runs away from it as it splashes down the aisle
where Apu and Marge stand. Barney gets swamped, as does another
customer who can't swim. "Help me, help me!" he cries, going under for
the third time, but he reaches out and grabs a floating bottle, and as
he comes up for air, he licks his lips. "Mmm...it's cran-tastic!"
and my favourite:
Comedian: Yo, check this out: black guys drive a car like this.
[Leans back, as though his elbow were on the windowsill]
Do, do, ch. Do-be-do, do-be-do-be-do.
Yeah, but white guys, see, they drive a car like this.
[Hunches forward, talks nasally]
Dee-da-dee, a-dee-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee.
[Audience howls with laughter]
Homer: Ah ha ha, it's true, it's true! We're so lame!
I like the Cranberry part...