- [after Santa's Little Helper disappears]
- Homer: That was his dish, and that was his leash, and that's where he took a whiz on the rug!
- [cries]
- Marge: Homer, get a-hold of yourself! Even if he has passed on there's no reason to cry. Remember, Doggy Heaven.
- Homer: Oh, Marge! There is no such place!
- [Marge clears throat]
- Homer: Or to put it another way... there... is.
- Mr. Burns: I'm looking for something in an attack dog, one who likes the sweet, gamey tang of human flesh. Hmm, why here's the fellow. Wiry, fast, firm proud buttocks... reminds me of me.
- Ned Flanders: So, recycling is our way of giving Mother Earth a great big hug!
- Mr. Burns: Yes, well, it does sound like fun. I can't wait to start pawing through my garbage like some starving raccoon!
- [to Smithers]
- Mr. Burns: Release the hounds.
- [to Flanders]
- Mr. Burns: Well, neighbor, I see you've got your running shoes on. That's a good thing.
- Ned Flanders: Aaahhhh!
- [he sees the hounds coming and runs away]
- Homer: Bart quick I need some lucky numbers how old are you/ and when's your birthday? No kidding and whens Lisa birthday? What you don't know your own sisters birthday? What kind of brother are you?