Catchphrase Bart Simpson Novels & Stories

Bart sat alone in the classy bar, completely speechless and frozen like he had been asked to make a choice between life and death. After thinking for an awfully long time,Bart took out his phone and called Katelyn. "Hey" *Hi Barry* "I told you i didn't like being called Barry" He let out a brief laugh filled with bitterness. *Ok ok I'll stop. What's up?, you aren't the type to call late at night* ".... Katelyn" *Yeah, what's up?* He took in a deep breath before he spoke. "Let's stop hanging out."

“You know it’s never too late to pursue that dream of being a standup comic.” He grinned. “Duke the Cable Guy’s gotta a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?” “Sure, your catch phrase could be “I’ll get ‘r done… tomorrow.” “How ’bout this for a catch phrase? ‘Hey, Minus. Shut your Yankee mouth or I’ll put a boot in your fuckin’ ass.’” “Perfect, we’ll call Carnegie Hall for a booking as soon as we’re done here,” he said picking up the ledger. “Now, what the hell am I lookin’ at?”

Praying Priest: "Excuse me?" Dantzler: "Every.. single.. time. You know, I used to watch cartoons when I was a kid. The person that always appealed to me the most, was the guy that worked behind the grocery store register. Now I'm going to tell you once. My name is in fact the cashier. Today we have a special! It's called these hands, and there's a discount for everyone in the room. Who wants the free 99?" Praying Priest: "Look upon this demon my children. It mocks us in amusement. Believing it has already won. Musing and it's moments of despair."

“Why is my life such a mess?” “You okay?” the bartender asked, his voice sounding far away. I nodded, laughing hysterically. “I’m soooo okay!” He raised an eyebrow. “You sure? You seem pretty down.” “You think? My life is a freaking disaster!” I shouted, laughing again. “Hey, relax,” he said, pouring another drink. “I can help you forget for a night.” “Huh? What do you mean by that?” I slurred, squinting at him.

We arrived, we ate, we laughed like crazy people and we ate some more. "I'm impressed Barbie, you ain't so Barbie after all" He had developed a new nickname for me, Barbie, as he said he judged me too soon to be another California Barbie and that was the perfect time for me to say the most annoying line 'I'm not like the other girls'; which was so untrue because I was the most basic girl out there, just with a little bit of added flavour and humour.

I said pointing at his zippers Ciara laughed hysterically. "Oh okay, I get you, Ms", the bartender said smiling. He was cute, though, but he wasn't my kind of guy. He brought the drink, opened it, and poured it into a glass. "Fill it up" I ordered The bartender looked at me and then at Ciara "You heard her, fill it up " I grabbed the glass and downed all of its contents once. "Slow down, princess", Ciara said, laughing hysterically. "Can you believe that idiot, threw away seven years, all my efforts, all my plans."

Also, why did the sound of his chuckle have to be so beautiful? “No. I was like five when the series came out.” He nods. “Banana splash it is then.” It is my turn to look at him with a brow raised in question. “I’m going to touch you now’ is a very long sentence, especially in emergencies. So, I’ll say Banana splash, so you can think of your favorite comic, while I hold you.” My stomach does a flip, my mouth parting wordlessly as I look at him. Really, look at him.

-Bart- Bart was livid at Karen. He grabbed her gloves and pulled them off tossing them over to the old shovel. “How can she be such an idiot? Maybe Conor really doesn’t deserve her. They were so happy and then bang! Right back to the beginning with her! Thanks Lewis. You’ve undone all our progress in just a few hours.” He grabbed the over robe from the hook and tossed it over the limp girl on his left shoulder. “She has a major inferiority complex and I have to figure out a way to snap her out of it. But I did not help that one bit.” As he walked quickly to the Conor’s apartment Bart thought about the cruel things he said to her. “Damn- I really lost my temper with her. And then I scared the

Bart went down on one knee and pulled out a chain around his neck, revealing a jewelled ring as blue as his eyes. “Isn’t that what I just said?” he asked. CC laughed again. He hadn’t seen her this lively since they were put into this room. This, at least, pleased him. “I don’t hate you is decidedly not I love you, Bart,” she reprimanded him. “Well, one follows the other. Does it not go without saying that I love you if I’m asking you to marry me?” he asked in earnest. She laughed again. “And what about the ring? You just keep that on hand, just in case you need to propose on the fly?”

I replied, my voice low and playful, before adding with a chuckle, "And don't worry, I don’t have a ring on my finger, so I’m very much single." The bartender caught my drift immediately, his grin widening. “Lucky me,” he murmured back, leaning closer and playing along. He began mixing a drink with an exaggerated flair, his eyes never leaving mine, and I let out a small laugh, tossing my hair over my shoulder.