[sammyg2]

This is all I've heard (Bart vs. Australia) :

Bruno: Ooh! Ah, that's it. I'm going to report this to me member of
parliament. [yells out window] Hey, Gus! I got something to
report to you.
[Gus tends his swine]
Gus: That's a bloody outrage, it is! I want to take this all the way
to the Prime Minister.
[they go down to a lake]
Hey! Mr. Prime Minister! Andy!
Andy: [floating naked on an inner tube with a beer] Eh, mates! What's
the good word?



Unfortunately, Bart, your little escapade could not have come
at a worse time. [sets up screen] Americo-Australianian
relations are at an all-time low.
[talks over a slide show]
As I'm sure you remember, in the late 1980s the US experienced
a short-lived infatuation with Australian culture. For some
bizarre reason, the Aussies thought this would be a permanent
thing. Of course, it wasn't.


Marge: "Australia was originally founded as a settlement for British
convicts"! Oh, Lisa, watch your camera.
[Lisa turns around to see a group of people reaching for it;
they back off sheepishly and turn to another tourist]

[Bart flicks a pocket knife open and closed repeatedly]
Man: You call that a knife? _This_ is a knife.
Bart: That's not a knife, that's a spoon.
Man: All right, all right, you win, heh. I see you've played
Knifey-Spooney before.
Homer: [to bartender] Hey! Give me one of those famous giant beers
I've heard so much about.
[bartender puts a huge beer in front of him]
Bartender: Something wrong, yank?
Homer: No. It's pretty big...I guess.
Marge: I'll just have a cup of coffee.
Bartender: Beer, it is.
Marge: No, I said "coffee".
Bartender: "Beer"?
Marge: [slowly] Coff-ee.
Bartender: Be-er?
Marge: C -- O --
Bartender: B -- E --


"Now, boy! Run back to the embassy, back to American soil" yells Homer,
smashing the window with the boot and running out.
Man 1: I'll stop them!
[throws a boomerang which skims Bart's hair]
Oh, no! It's coming back this way!
Man 2: That throwing stick stunt of yours has boomeranged on us.
Bart: [spying a kangaroo] Hey! We can get away in their pouches.
[tries to climb in]
Ew! It's not like in cartoons.
Homer: Yeah, there's a lot more mucus.
-- Mmm, pouch mucus,

Owner: [sweeping a bunch of toads out] Get out, get out! Shoo, shoo.
Get out of here, yuck! These bloody things are everywhere.
They're in the lift, in the lorry, in the bond wizard, and all
over the malonga gilderchuck.
Clerk: They're like kangaroos, but they're reptiles, they is.
Marge: We have them in America. They're called bullfrogs.
Clerk: What? That's an odd name. I'd have called them "chazzwazzers".