Bart: I know! I'll just do like Lisa and escape into fantasy.
-Bart's mind- Skinner: Class instead of going to the Box Factory today we'll be going to the.... Box Factory! Bart: Have any of the workers had their hands cut off by the machinery? Factory Worker: No. Bart: And then the hand started crawling around and tried to strangle everybody? Factory Worker: No that has never happened. Bart: Any popped eyeballs? Factory Worker: I'm not sure what kind of factory you're thinking of. Factory Worker: Oh and here's my office. If you will direct your eyes to the floor, you'll see a yellow line. Follow it! It will lead you around my desk, and back out the door. Homer: You'll have to speak up, I'm wearing a towell! Kent Brockman: Yeah I know I'm on... but I don't care! I don't read the news until I get my danish. Go ahead, try to find a replacement. Bumblebee Guy: A powerful tidal wave in Kuala Lumpur has killed 120 people. Aye Chihuahua! Homer: Yes son, you can have an electric guitar just like your old man! Bart: Dad, I'm asking if I can get a job. Homer: Gig, son. When you're a musician, a job is called a gig. Sideshow Mel: Bleh! There's cheese in this sandwich! Surely you know I'm lactose intollerant! Bart: Sorry. Sideshow Mel: Sorry? Do you know how sick this is going to make me? Come stand next to the bathroom door, I want to yell at you some more. Fireman: This is the third time this building has burned down because someone has been smoking in bed. Patty/Selma: I didn't do it! Conan O'Brien: Sit perfectly still! Only I may dance. Bart: It's my job to be repetitive. My job. My job. Repetitiveness is my job! I am going to go out there tonight and give the best performance of my life. Marge: The best performance of your life? Bart: The best performance of my life.
