| 'Tis a sweet belch that rum gives you. | |
| ( belch ) | |
| - A belch from the pillbox. | |
| - And that's why you can't belch! | |
| - Gourmets don't belch. | |
| 'Tis a sweet belch that rum gives you. | |
| ( belch ) | |
| - A belch from the pillbox. | |
| - And that's why you can't belch! | |
| - Gourmets don't belch. | |
| 'twixt him and his twice-cursed pirate father. (belches) | |
| ( belches ) Let's do it. | |
| ( belches ) Well, I suppose you'd be the experts on that. | |
| (belches) ANNOUNCER: And here they are, the Sofa Speedsters-- the Simpsons on Brown Lightning! | |
| (belches) I hot-wire a parked cab and stay under the speed limit so as not to get any attention. | |
| 'twixt him and his twice-cursed pirate father. (belches) | |
| ( belches ) Let's do it. | |
| ( belches ) Well, I suppose you'd be the experts on that. | |
| (belches) ANNOUNCER: And here they are, the Sofa Speedsters-- the Simpsons on Brown Lightning! | |
| (belches) I hot-wire a parked cab and stay under the speed limit so as not to get any attention. | |
| A world built from sulphur and salt, belched from below. | |
| Cathy Settudicato, from St Clete's, belched the whole 23rd Psalm at the talent show once. | |
| Could you love a man who belched but didn't squish? | |
| Demons, belched from the underworld. | |
| He faces a most vile opponent, belched from the bowels of Pompeii. | |
| 'Cause if you're a sinner... he's going to plug his infernal modem in the wall... belching smoke and flame, and he's going to download you... straight to robot hell. | |
| ( belching ) Hey, um, empty. | |
| (belching): What? | |
| (belching) | |
| * Eleven Barneys belching * | |
| A world built from sulphur and salt, belched from below. | |
| Cathy Settudicato, from St Clete's, belched the whole 23rd Psalm at the talent show once. | |
| Could you love a man who belched but didn't squish? | |
| Demons, belched from the underworld. | |
| He faces a most vile opponent, belched from the bowels of Pompeii. | |
| 'Cause if you're a sinner... he's going to plug his infernal modem in the wall... belching smoke and flame, and he's going to download you... straight to robot hell. | |
| ( belching ) Hey, um, empty. | |
| (belching): What? | |
| (belching) | |
| * Eleven Barneys belching * | |
