Fame was like a drug. But what was even more like a drug were the drugs. Bart, with $10,000 we'd be millionaires! We could buy all kinds of useful things like…love! Marge, just about everything's a sin. Y'ever sat down and read this thing? Technically we're not supposed to go to the bathroom
I was saying "Boo-urns." You don't like your job, you don't strike. You go in every day and do it really half-assed. That's the American way. Here's to alcohol, the cause of — and solution to — all life's problems.
Well, he's kind of had it in for me ever since I accidentally ran over his dog. Actually, replace "accidentally" with "repeatedly" and replace "dog" with "son." Stan Lee never left. I'm afraid his mind is no longer in mint condition.