The Simpsons (TV Series)
Simpsons Roasting on an Open Fire (1989)
Nancy Cartwright: Bart Simpson, Ralph Wiggum, SNPP employee, Radio singing voice, Boy, Lewis, Cashier, Elf Bubbles
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Quotes
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Bart : One 'Mother', please.
Tattoo Guy : Wait a minute, how old are you?
Bart : Twenty one, Sir.
Tattoo Guy : Get in the chair.
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Bart : I can't believe it, but it looks as though television has betrayed me.
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Bart : [upon discovering his father has taken a temporary job as a mall Santa] Dad, you must really love us to sink so low.
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Boy : And then I want some Robotoids, and a Gook monster, and then I want a great, big...
Homer : [dressed as Santa] Ah, Son, you don't need all that junk. I'm sure you've already got something much more important: A decent home and a loving father who would do anything for you. Hey, I can't afford lunch so give me a bite of that donut.
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[Final lines]
All : [singing] Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer / Had a very shiny nose / And if you ever saw it / You might even say it glows...
Bart : Like a lightbulb!
Homer : Bart!
All : All of the other reindeer / Used to laugh and call him names...
Lisa Simpson : Like Schnozzola!
Homer : Lisa!
All : They never let poor Rudolph / Play in any reindeer games...
Bart : Like strip poker!
Homer : I'm warning you two...
Marge : Then one foggy Christmas eve / Santa came to call... Take it, Homey!
Homer : Uh, Rudolph get your nose over here / I'll let you guide my sleigh today!
All : How all the reindeer loved him / As they shouted out with glee / Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer / You'll go down in history!
Bart : Like Attila the Hun...
[choking noises]
Homer : Why you little!
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[Bart and Lisa are writing their Christmas lists on the floor]
Marge Simpson : All right, children, let me have those letters, I'll mail them to Santa's workshop at the North Pole.
Bart Simpson : Oh, please. There's only fat guy that brings us presents, and his name ain't Santa.
[Lisa hands her list to Marge]
Marge Simpson : Uh --- A pony?
[Lisa's list has "a pony" written on it five times]
Marge Simpson : Oh, Lisa you've asked for that for the past three years, and I keep telling you Santa can't fit a pony on his sleigh. Can't you take a hint?
Lisa Simpson : But I really want a pony, and I've been really really good this year.
Marge Simpson : Oh, dear, maybe Bart can be a little more realistic.
[Marge grabs Bart's letter]
Marge Simpson : A tattoo?
Homer Simpson : A what?
[Homer overheard]
Bart Simpson : Yeah! There cool, and they last the rest of your life.
Marge Simpson : You will not be getting any tattoos for Christmas.
[Homer walks over]
Homer Simpson : Yeah, if you want one you're going to have to pay for it out of your own allowance.
Bart Simpson : All right!
Marge Simpson : Homer!
[Looks at Homer with distain]
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Bart : Milhouse I dare you to sit on that santa's lap.