Julie Kavner credited as playing...
Marge Simpson • Marge Bufflekill
- Homer Bufflekill: I haven't had buffalo in six hours. Marge, how about whipping up some buffalo sausage, huevos buffaleros, and some fresh-squeezed buffal-O.J.?
- Marge Bufflekill: The buffalo are gone. I think you shot them all.
- Homer Bufflekill: [looking out on the landscape and wailing] Oh! Connie was right! We wiped out the entire species! What have I done? What have I done?
- Bart Simpson: Calm down, Pa. There's two left.
- Homer Bufflekill: [shooting them] What have I done? What have I done?
- Bart Simpson: [the hobo finishes his Paul Bunyan story] Boy, that story had everything. A giant, house crushing, a meteor...
- Marge Simpson: Townspeople.
- Lisa: Got any more tall tales?
- Hobo: Well, I suppose I could spin ya a few more yarns. But first, who wants to give me a sponge bath? I'm filthy.
- Homer: [the family exchange looks with each other] All right. But your next story better be worth it.
- Hobo: [lifting his leg] Get in there good. Yeah, that's it. Don't be shy. There you go.
- Paul Bunyan: We've been together a long time now. When are we gonna... you know...
- Marge Simpson: Soon. I just need a few more yoga classes.
- Hobo: [singing] Now, Paul and Babe were a mighty fine match/But the man had an itch that an ox couldn't scratch.
- Paul Bunyan: Huh?
- [gasping as he sees Marge]
- Paul Bunyan: She's pretty.
- Marge Simpson: Oh. What a handsome man.
- [they run towards each other; realizing his size, she screams and runs the other way]
- Paul Bunyan: [catching her] Got ya! Don't worry. I won't smush you. You're cute.
- Marge Simpson: Oh, thank you.
- [humming, he sticks her beehive hairdo into his ear like a Q-tip]
- Marge Simpson: Hey, what are you doing?
- Paul Bunyan: I just wanna spruce up for our date.
- Paul Bunyan: [with a tree-log bat as a meteor barrels towards the town] Come on. Right across the plate. Let's see what you got, huh? This one's for the little crippled boy... that I crippled.
- Marge Simpson: You can do it, Paul!
- Paul Bunyan: Gimme a kiss for luck.
- [as he bends over, the meteor lands in his exposed butt crack]
- Paul Bunyan: [hopping around in pain] Ow! Hot! Oh, boy, that's... Oh, come on! Ow!