Bart: I've gotta warn you, we could get in trouble. Milhouse: I don't mind. Trouble's a form of attention. Class: :play their instruments: Lisa: Our instruments are rusting! Mr. Largo: We're going a'capela people. Class: Bum bum bum, bum bum, bum bum bum, bum bum.
Ralph: I've got two kinds of wet in my pants! Bart: I'll give you Milhouse. Skinner: I don't want Milhouse. Milhouse: Sounds like my parent's custody hearing. Homer: Hmm, this camp's got it all. Climbing some kinda rope thing, wearing a backpack, high-fiving the black kid. It's the perfect thing to straighten you out. Homer: D'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Carl: Oh dang Homer aint coming. Nelson: Ha-ha! Carl: And Nelson saw something funny!
Homer: Stupid Bart makes me drive to Oregon. Home of unspoiled forest, birthplace of Matt Groening. Homer: I'll have the smiley face breakfast special. But could you add a bacon nose. Plus bacon hair. Bacon moustache, five-o-clock shadow made of bacon bits. And a bacon body. Waitress: How 'bout if I just shove the pig down your throat. Homer: Huh!? Waitress: I'm kidding. Homer: Fine! But the bacon man lives in a bacon house! Waitress: No he doesn't. Ned: My LP of Dreamcoat!? How I love my coat of many colors. It was red and yellow and green and brown, And scarlet and black and ocher and peach, And ruby and olive and violet and fawn, And lilac and gold and chocolate and mauve, And cream and crimson and silver and rose, And azure and lemon and russet and grey, And purple and white and pink and orange, And red and yellow and green and brown, Scarlet and black and ocher and peach Homer: I'll kill you! I'll kill your whole family! Kidding! I'm kidding, we can do that, we have a special friendship. I'm gonna double kill you! Then I'm gonna bury you in a shallow grave, then I'll dig you up and kill you again, that's the beauty of a shallow grave! You sweet little angel. Oh I'm gonna rip your head off and spit down your adorable little neck because I wanna smash your little stupid head. Oh but I'll love you we'll go on a fishing trip. But first I'm gonna put you on a sawmill then punch your little face out. That's what I'm gonna do! Homer: Stupid horse! It's a deer crossing! Marge: Homer I hope you get this. I'm in jail and I need ten thousand dollars bail. Hurry! Homer: Uh Marge me and Bart got in a fight with this really uncool pit boss and now we're in Nevada State Prison. Also I don't know where Bart is. If you see him say hey! Lisa: Well Maggie I always knew it would someday boil down to just you and me. I'll look for work in the morning.
