“I’d rather eat poison. My name’s already Selma Bouvier Terwilliger Hutz McClure. God knows it’s long enough without Nahasapeetapet – whatever. From now on, I’m only marrying for love. And possibly once more for money.”
Selma: We call those ‘weekdays’.
Selma: All right, but no tongues.
Sideshow Bob: Although kissing you would be like kissing some divine ash tray, that's not what I had in mind … Selma, will you marry me?
Bart: Don't be a fool, Aunt Selma. That man is scum.
Selma: Then call me Mrs Scum!
Homer: Uh, I'm somewhere where I don't know where I am.
Marge: Do you see towels? If you see towels, you're probably in the linen closet again.
Homer: Just a second. No, it's a place I've never seen before.
Selma: Ah, the shower!