Singer:Jellyfish
along you came
And right away I'm stung.
Sweet words I long to whisper
But you've paralyzed my tounge...
Marge:Oh, what a magical evening. The moonlight, the music, the  water—
Homer:Enough talk! Dip me, my love! Lower. Lower! Lower!
Seymour Skinner:Mmm, this is as romantic as the night I proposed.
Edna Krabappel:Maybe we can have this band play at our wedding.
Seymour Skinner:I was kinda hoping we could use this audio cassette.
Edna Krabappel:Seymour, we've got to have a band!
Seymour Skinner:Fine, but no cake.
Chief Wiggum:Sarah, you're as lovely as the day I first arrested you.
You know I planted that crystal meth just to meet you. I  was so shy.
Ned Flanders:Well, Sea Captain, looks like you and I are  sailing solo tonight.
Sea Captain:Arrgh you hitting on me? Cuz I don't do dat...on land.
Ned Flanders:Well, guess I might as well be headin' back to my store.
Have a date with some twins: State and Federal Tax Forms.
Marge:Poor Ned. This is his first Jellyfish Festival alone.
Homer:I know and it doesn't get any easier from here.
There's  the Tongue-Kissing Festival, Cinco de Ocho, the Hobo  Oscars, days just made for lovers.
Not widowers...lovers.