Skinner: It's a king size flamer! Bart::laugh's hystericaly: Skinner:Bart will you go bother someone else? Bart: LOOK! A FIRE!... Engine! Skinner: Stop that! Bart: HELP! HELP! FIRE!... Helmet! Skinner: Can't you do something constructive!? Bart: Sure, I can do something destructive! Ralph: And I want a bike! And a monkey! And a friend for the monkey! Forest Fire Bear: You're not going to start any fires are you? Ralph: At my house we call them uh-oh's! Skinner: I'm afraid I'll have to expell your son! Unless you're willing to try a radical, untested, potentially dangerous... Homer: Candy bar!? Bart: Dad. I admit I have some problems, but drugs aren't the answer! Homer: Why you little...! Rodd: Does Mr. Simpson have a demon, daddy? Ned: Looks like it. Run and get daddy's exorcism tongs! Bart: All I know is my testicles wont fit in my underwear. Marge: Bart get those oranges out of there! Bart: Memo to self. Lock door. Lisa: Alright, I'll go, you don't have to be a jerk about it. Bart: Memo to self. Shut up, Lisa. Carl: A guy could do great things with a gadget like that. Homer: Well if you want one they sell them at.. Carl: Yep... a guy could do great things. [ Homer and Marge are at the movies, all your favourite Springfieldians tell them to shut up ] Marge: I understand the electrodes but why is he on a treadmil? Guy: Oh that was his idea. He said he felt fat. Homer: We should have payed more attention to these side effects. It's all here. Eratic behavior, paranoia, dihoreah. Marge: I don't think he has dihoreah. Homer: How do we know Marge... HOW DO WE KNOW!? Wiggum: Shoot the tyres out, Lou! Lou: Uh.. it's a tank, chief! Skinner: What a day. First the drinking fountain squirts me and now this. Homer: My god is she brave. Standing up to that freaked out junkee. Lisa: Dad, that junkee is your son! Homer: Why don't you just tell everybody! Marge: No, thank you for stopping the tank! Bart: It ran out of gas! [ Bart is about to blow up the school, Edna doesn't care ] Bart: :sings a song about Ritalin:
