Lisa: Keep your greasy mits outta there! Marge: These are for Lisa's class! Lisa: It's Mrs. Hoover's birthday. Bart: You know... there are names for people like you... teacher's pet, apple polisher, butt kisser! Homer: Bart! You're saying 'butt kisser' like it's a bad thing! Kid: Nelson! You're bleeding! Nelson: Naah, happens all the time. Somebody else's blood splatters on me. Hey.. wait a minute. You're right! You made me bleed my own blood! Otto: Goodbye little dude. You look so lifelike, man. Skinner: Yes, the school nurse did a wonderful job reconstructing his little face after the fight. Goodbye son, I guess you were right. All that homework was a waste of your time. Milhouse: Thanks, Bart! We got the day off from school for this. Homer: Yeah and I got a day off from work! Marge: HOMER! Homer: But what's a day off from work when I'm never going to see my beloved son again! Oh Bart! :cries: Marge: That's better, Homer! Nelson: I'm gonna get you, again, tomorrow, Simpson! Kid: Is 3:15 good for you? Bart: Uum.. not really.... Kid: Too bad! Bart: Dad, I need help! Please... :moans: Homer: Aw, come on, Bart. We don't want your mother to see you crying. Here, let me help you dry those tears...
:turns on hair dryer: Homer: Show me your stuff Bart: :grunts a little: Homer: No! Not like that. Like this!
:jumps on punching bag and rips it to shreds:
See that boy? You didn't expect that, did you? Lisa: Why don't you go see Grampa? Bart: What can he do? Lisa: He'll give you good advice! He's the toughest Simpson alive! Bart: He is? Lisa: Yeah, remember the fight he put up when we put him in the home!? Bart: I'm here to see Grampa! Lady: Half the people here are named Grampa! Bart: Well... Grampa Simpson, ma'am. Herman: What's the password? Abe: Let me in you idiot! Herman: Right you are!
Herman: You got the water balloons? Bart: Two hundred rounds, sir. Is it okay if they say 'Happy Birthday' on the side? Herman: I'd rather they say 'death from above' but I guess we're stuck!
