All My Ocds

Homer: Linguo, dead?
Linguo (voice failing): Linguo...is...deaaaaaa... (dies)
Lisa: Just lay still.
Linguo: Lie still.
Lisa: I knew that. Just testing.
Linguo: Sentence fragment.
Lisa: (agitated) "Sentence fragment" is also a sentence fragment.
Linguo (shifting his eyes): Must conserve battery power. (shuts himself down)
Louie: Hey! They's throwing robots!
Linguo: They are throwing robots.
Legs: He's disrespecting us. (to Linguo) Shut up-a you face!
Linguo: Shut up your face.
Legs: Whassamatta, you?
Louie: You ain't so big.
Legs: Me and him are gonna whack you inna labonzza!
Linguo: Bad...bad grammar overload - error, error! (sparks from Linguo's chest)
Chief Wiggum: Here it is, 123 Fake Street. The home of knifey wifey.
Lou: Hey Chief, can I hold my gun sideways? It looks so cool.
Wiggum: Whatever you want, birthday boy.