"Marge bum hole is still sore after me for getting hooked on non-addictive magic booze and becoming a murderous psychopath."
"How can I win her back?"
"I dunno… buy her a dress or somethin’."
"That’s it! But not just any dress… a magic dress. One that makes her into a lady wizard!"
"Look, Homer. I wasn't gonna say nuthin. But you been hitting the purple sauce pretty hard lately. Maybe you should cut back." " Just a little. And this is me talking. I got a pretty high tolerance for watching people destroy themselves with intoxicants."
"The most beautiful and powerful lady wizard in all of new crazy Medieval Springfield! La de dah de dah de dah"
"A robe? You got me a robe? I already have that robe you “accidentally” took home from the Iowa City Airport Sheraton." "Where, we can now never go back, which is too bad because they had a great yogurt selection in the breakfast bar."
"It’s not a robe. It’s a cloak. A magical cloak."
"So now you’re trying to involve me in this weirdo pretend cult of yours? No thanks."