Who gets the last word in?

[Spike]

So fuuuuuunny!

Dies.

 

[Fractured]

Revives Spike.

 

[Ethereal Sage]

Now why did you go and do that?

 

[Lhorian]

We'd like to begin with the kitten-ball-soup served with bread and red wine.
After that we'll take the delicious cat-a-la-creme, served with a variety of vegitables and french fries.
And for a finish we'd like to have the cat-suzette.

Who will be serving us.....

 

[Spike]

Thankee Frac-y!

No more funny business, please, we don't want a repeat of the last time (you know.... with the 'dying'........ and the 'reviving'

 

[Ethereal Sage]

Look! That dog has a fluffy tail! Tee-hee-hee!

 

[Fractured]

Barney: Hey, Homer, you're late for English!

Homer: Pffft, English. Who needs it. I'm never going to England.

 

[Ethereal Sage]

You is super fly, Fracturedy

Cleatus's girlfriend: Dang, Cleatus! I is told you we shoud'un a parked so close to my pair-unts!

Cleatus: Don't worry! They is my pair-unts too!

 

[Lhorian]

And after this intermezzo back to business.
Me winna..

 

[Ethereal Sage]

You winna de boring post....I winna de last posto extraveganzo!

 

[Lhorian]

Did you ever notice that no one has ever complained about his parachute that did not opening.?

 

[Fractured]

Homer: Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers.

 

[Ethereal Sage]

 

[Lhorian]

Is there something amiss?

 

[Fractured]

Homer: If something goes wrong at the plant, blame the guy who can't speak English.

Please tell me if i should stop.

 

[Ethereal Sage]

Don't stop, Fraccy....we need some light entertainment

 

[Lhorian]

Indeed we do, because work is rather boring and annoying today.

 

[Ethereal Sage]

Homer: If you find something in life is too hard, then it's probably not worth doing anyway

 

[Fractured]

Okay then.

Homer: You know, when I was a boy, I really wanted a catcher's mitt, but my dad wouldn't get it for me. So I held my breath until I passed out and banged my head on the coffee table. [cheerily] The doctor thought I might have brain damage.
Bart: Dad, what's the point of this story?
Homer: I like stories.

 

[Fractured]

Burns: I suggest you leave immediately.

Homer: Or what? You'll release the dogs, or the bees, or the dog with bees in their mouths, and when they bark, they shoot bees at you? Well, go ahead. Do your worst.