Ralph: What's Lyme Disease? Skinner: I'll field that one. Lyme disease is spread by small parasites called `ticks'. When a diseased tick attaches itself to you, it begins sucking your blood. Malignant spirochetes infect your bloodstream, eventually spreading to your spinal fluid and on into the brain. Miss. Hoover: The Brain? Oh dear god! Mr. Bergstrom: I'm Mr. Bergstrom, feel free to make fun of my name if you want. Two suggestions are Mr. Nerdstrom and Mr. Boogerstrom.
Lisa: Yesterday he read us 'Charlottes Web' and cried at the end, never trying to hide his fears. :Bart and Homer laugh: Homer: A book make him cry! Mr. Bergstrom: Lisa, your homework is always so neat. How can I put this? Does your father help you with it. Lisa: No. Homework's not my father's specialty. Mr. Bergstrom: Well there's no shame in it, I mean, my dad.. Lisa: Not mine. Mr. Bergstrom: You didn't let me finish. Lisa: Unless the next word was burp you didn't have to. Ralph: Dear Miss Hoover. You have Lyme disease. We miss you. Kevin's biting me, come back soon. Here is a drawing of a spyrokeet. Love Ralph. Homer: Oh, oh, Marge, I'd love to, but I was planning on... [thinks to himself] Sleeping? Eating a big sandwich? Watching TV? Spending time with the boy! [speaks up] Spending time with the boy! The boy needs attention, Marge. Marge: Homer, I've been talking to Lisa, and I'm concerned about your relationship with her. Bart: Me too, Mom. I think you're drifting apart. Homer: Shut up, boy. Marge: Homer, please. Homer: Marge, you don't understand. I can't do it because... [thinking to himself] You're trapped. If you were smarter, you might think of something. But you're not, so you just might as well... [speaks up] All right, all right, I'll take her. Homer: What do you mean by `suggested donation'? Clerk: Pay any amount you wish, sir. Homer: And uh, what if I wish to pay ... zero? Clerk: That is up to you. Homer: Ooh, so it's up to me, is it? Clerk: Yes. Homer: I see. And you think that people are going to pay you $4.50 even though they don't have to? Just out of the goodness of their... [laughs] Well, anything you say! Good luck, lady, you're gonna need it! Mr. Bergstrom: There is a wonderful girl's future at stake. Homer: Well, if she's so wonderful, give her an A! Mr. Bergstrom: I am giving her an A. Homer: Great, but don't tell her it was a favor to me. Tell her she earned it. Mr. Bergstrom: Mr. Simpson, she did earn it. Homer: You are smooth, I'll give you that. Lisa: You, sir, are a baboon! Homer: [gasp] Me? Lisa: Yes, you! Baboon! Baboon! Baboon! Baboon! Homer: I don't think you realize what you're saying... Lisa: BABOON! Homer: Lisa, don't hold anything back, you can tell me. Are you crying 'cause you called daddy a baboon? Lisa: NO! Homer: Nuts.
