Goof: When Lisa is first shown riding the horse, the horse's eye is colored solid red.
Marge gets her dress at a store in Ogdenville. Ogdenville was last mentioned in the episode "Marge vs. the Monorail" in season 4. In that episode, it was one of the places that the character Lyle Lanley sold monorails.
Mr. Burns: Rant on, Simpson. But your vainglorious boasting will only add savor to my inevitable triumph.
Homer: (very confused) Yes.
Marge: I have to alter my suit so it looks different for tomorrow.
Homer: Just slap some bumper stickers on it and come to bed, will you, Marge?
Elizabeth: Well played Marge. We would have won if you would have changed to a different suit.
Susan: I thought changing suits had gone out of fashion, eh Marge?
Marge: I'll be there with bells on.
Susan: Bells? Where exactly will you be attaching them to that tattered Chanel suit?
Evelyn: Don't worry, Marge. Her idea of wit is nothing more than an incisive observation humorously phrased and delivered with impeccable timing.
Evelyn: Marge, you look nothing like the girl I knew nothing about in high school.
Marge: Homer, I like your in-your-face humanity. I like the way Lisa always speaks her mind. I like Bart's... I like Bart.
Marge: Miss? Miss? Do you have a Chanel suit or any other high quality clothes?
Saleswoman: No, ma'am, but we do have a shipment of slightly burned Sears' active wear coming in this afternoon.
Marge: Oh, I give up.
Cletus: What time and how burnt?
Homer: Oh, this game could mean big things for me, Marge. If I beat Mr. Burns, I mean really wallop him bad, I'm sure to get that big raise I've been gunning for!
Mr. Burns: Who is that lavatory links man, Smithers?
Smithers: Homer Simpson, sir. One of the fork and spoon operators from sector 7-G.
Mr. Burns: Well, he's certainly got a loose waggle. Perhaps I've finally found a golfer worthy of a match with Monty Burns, eh?
Smithers: His waggle is no match for yours, sir. I've never seen you lose a game. Except for that one in '74 when you let Richard Nixon win. That was very kind of you, sir.
Mr. Burns: Oh, he just looked so forlorn, Smithers, with his (imitating Nixon) "Oh, I can't go to prison, Monty. They'll eat me alive!" (Smithers laughs) I wonder if this Homer Nixon is any relation?
Smithers: Unlikely, sir. They spell and pronounce their names differently.
Mr. Burns: Bah! Schedule a game and I'll ask him myself.
Tom Kite: Now, you don't want to overthink.
Homer: Not an issue.
Tom Kite: Keep your head down.
Homer: (raising his head) Huh?
Tom Kite: Pretend there's no one else here. (Homer scratches his butt with the club and burps)...And just go at your own pace. (Homer hits the ball very close to the hole)....Wow, very impressive. You're a natural, Mr. Simpson.
Tom Kite: Uh huh. All you need is your own set of clubs, and stay the hell out of my locker!...you can keep the shoes!
Bart: That place is weird. A man in the bathroom kept handing me towels, until I paid him to stop.
Homer: (holding a stack of towels) Should have held out longer, boy!
Country Club Gate Attendent: Name, please.
Homer: Simpson family.
Marge: We're not poor!...Well, we're not.
Lisa: Do I have to go? That country club is a hotbed of exclusionist snobs and status-seeking social climbers.
Marge: I've told you, I don't like you using the word "hotbed".
Evelyn: Attendant, I'd like some gas.
Apu: Yes, I'm sorry, I do not speak English, okay.
Evelyn: But you were just talking to--
Apu: Yes, yes. Hot dog, hot dog. Yes sir, no sir. Maybe, okay.
Homer: You look great.
Marge: Really? You like it? Oh, I'd love to wear this someplace special.
Homer: Spurlock's Cafeteria, it is.
Homer: What's the point of going out? We're just gonna wind up back here anyway.
Homer: I'm going to regale everyone with my amusing anecdote. You know the one I tried to say on the radio? Heh heh... who's gonna bleep me this time?
Homer: But Marge... valets! For once maybe someone will call me "sir" without adding "you're making a scene."
Mr. Burns: Quit cogitating, Steinmetz, and use an open-faced club... a sand wedge!
Homer: Mmm....open faced club sandwich.
Marge: Homer, I don't think you should wear a short-sleeve shirt with a tie.
Homer: Ohhh, but Sipowicz does it.
Marge: If Detective Sipowicz jumped off a cliff, would you do that too?
Homer: (as he walks away) Ohhh, I wish I was Sipowicz.
Blackboard Joke: None.
Couch Gag: Everybody sits, bathed in black light with retro music playing, until Homer turns on a lamp.
Scenes from the Class Struggle in Beverly Hills
The title of the episode is a play on the title of the 1989 film, Scenes from the Class Struggle in Beverly Hills, written and directed by Paul Bartel.
Our Bodies, Ourselves
Homer is reading "The New Our Caddies Ourselves" to improve his golf game. This is a parody of the 1973 women's reference book called, Our Bodies, Ourselves.
Bart: Don't be a sap, Dad... These are just crappy knockoffs.
Homer: I know a genuine Panaphonics when I see one. And look, here's Magnetbox and Sorny!
The cheap televisions Homer is looking at are imitations of Panasonic, Magnavox, and Sony.
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