Marge: Hey, listen to this! Congratulations, your child or children have been selected to appear in 'Who's Who', among American Elementary School students. Homer: (surprised gasp) <buuuurp> Marge: Please submit their names along with 95 dollars for each handsome volume you wish to order.
Homer: Hehehehe... Look at me Marge, I'm driving! Bart: We're all proud of you dad. Lisa: Move it, Pokey! Marge: Slow and steady wins the race (Marge is overtaken by everybody else on the track). Easy, easy, stick with the plan. Nelson: Are you alright man! Milhouse: Uuuh... I think so.. Nelson: How bout now? (smashes into Milhouse). Homer: Stand back and watch the pro Lisa: Uuh, shouldnt you put on a batting helmet? Homer: Nah, it'll mess up my hair. Bart: Okay what can I get for twelve, count em, twelve prize tickets? Pimple Faced Kid: Two thumb tacks and a Moustache Comb. Or five rubber bands and an icecube. Nelson: What can I get for eight thousand tickets? Pimple Faced Kid: A B.B Gun or an Easy Bake Oven. Nelson: Hmm.. hot food is tempting, but I just can't say no to a weapon. Lisa: So what prize did you end up getting? Bart: Moustache comb, what did you get? Lisa: Fake moustache.... wanna comb it? Nelson: Think I can hit that bottle? Bart: Yeah, probably. Nelson: (hits it) Shows what you know. Nelson: You're an octo-wussy. Oooh, look at me, I'm Bart Simpson, I'm scared to use a gun, I wanna marry Milhouse, I walk around like this.. lalalalalalalala. Homer: Ooooh I hate folding sheets. Marge: That's your underwear. Homer: Well whatever it is, it's a two man job, where's Bart? Homer: MILHOOOOOOUSE! Milhouse: WHAAAAAAT?! Homer: TELL BART TO COME HOOOOOOOME! Milhouse: I THINK HE'S AAAT NEEEELLLLSONS! Homer: WHOOOO'S NEEEELLLLLLSOOOON!? Marge: Nelson? I explicitly forbid Bart from playing with that little monster. Well Bart is in deep deep trouble! Oh yes, and punish Lisa for lying to us. Homer: Alright young lady, I want you to march yourself directly to the Kwik-E-Mart and get me some Chips and a Beer..... Get a little something for yourself sweetheart. Bart: Ow! What are you doing? Nelson: Uh, I got bored so I started slapping you. Troy: Hi, I'm Troy McClure. You might remember me from such nature films as 'Earwigs.. Eeew', and 'Man VS Nature: The Road to Victory'. Bart: Check it out guys, I've been working on this regurgitation thing. Cough Cough...Ooooh yeah, hope you like Pop Tarts. I think I'll call you Chirpy Boy. And you... Bart Junior. Homer: You tell me what he's doing. Marge: I don't know and I don't wanna know. And I'm going to find out. Lisa: One.. they don't have feet. Two... they don't have feathers, and Three.. they're LIZARDS! Bart: You're a Lizard! Homer: Enough bickering, I know how to settle this. Marge: No kickboxing! Homer: Oh... Skinner: Oookay, that's exactly one moment.. e... oh my god, he's getting away! Smithers: Stop him! Moe: Outta the way, Midge. Marge: Oh, am I in the way? Burns: Yes, yes, you're in the way! Are you daft, woman! Marge: Sorry, I didn't realize I was in the way. Skinner: You're still in the way... you don't seem to be moving at all! Edna: Oh for crying out loud just knock her ass down! Moe: Way to shove, Edna. Apu: Let us roll.
