Lanley: Well, sir, there's nothing on Earth like a genuine, bona fide, electrified, six-car monorail! What'd I say?
Flanders: Monorail!
Lanley: What's it called?
Patty & Selma: Monorail!
Lanley: That's right - Monorail!
Miss Hoover: I hear those things are awfully loud.
Lanley: It glides as softly as a cloud.
Apu: Is there a chance the track could bend?
Lanley: Not on your life, my Hindu friend.
Barney: What about us brain-dead slobs?
Lanley: You'll all be given cushy jobs.
Abe: Were you sent here be the devil?
Lanley: No, good sir, I'm on the level.
Wiggum: The ring came off my pudding can.
Lanley: Take my pen knife, my good man!
I swear it's Springfield's only choice!
Throw up your hands and raise your voice!
Everyone: Monorail!
Lanley: What's it called?
Everyone: Monorail!
Lanley: Once again!
Everyone: Monorail!
Marge: But Main Street's still all cracked and broken!
Bart: Sorry Mom, the mob has spoken.
Everyone: Monorail! / Monorail! / Monorail! / Monorail!
Homer: Mono...D'oh