I put instant coffee in a microwave oven and almost went back in time.
Sheperd: Lewis, however much coffee you drink in the morning, I want you to reduce it by half.
Lewis: I don’t drink coffee.
Sheperd: Then hit yourself over the head with a baseball bat, would you please?
Homer: Can I at least make you coffee Mr. Burns?
Burns: No! No thank you! Coffee’s already made! I stomped the beans myself! Hear that? The percolations are imminent!
Lloyd: Coffee, mom?
Rose: Is it real coffee, or some Scandinavian Christmas potion?
Marge: I’ll just have a coffee.
Australian Bartender: Beer it is.
Marge: No, Cof-fee.
Marge: Coffee. C-O-…
When I wake up in the morning, I just can’t get started until I’ve had that first, piping hot pot of coffee. Oh, I’ve tried other enemas…
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons.
Uncle Charlie: I can’t face the world in the morning. I must have coffee before I can speak.
Dean: Espresso. It’s like coffee-zilla.
Willow: It’s the non-relationship drink of choice. It’s not a date, it’s a caffeinated beverage. Okay, sure, it’s hot and bitter like a relationship that way, but…
Melinda: How do you keep your legs warm?
Prue: We drink coffee.
Ford looked stunned.
“Where have you been?” he demanded.
“Making some coffee,” said Arthur, still wearing his very placid face. He had long ago realized that the only way of being in Ford’s company successfully was to keep a large stock of very placid faces and wear them at all times.
Agador: Good morning.
Armand: Not yet. Ooh, what is this? Sludge?
Agador: Yes, it’s sludge. I though it’d make a nice change from coffee.
Xander: Well, not much goes on in a one-Starbucks town like Sunnydale.