Bart's Girlfriend/Quotes

You're bad Bart, and I like it.

Now the kilt was only for day-to-day wear. In battle, we donned a full-length ballgown covered in sequins. The idea was to blind you opponent with luxury. [Bart ties a set of balloon to his kilt, making it fly off with them and show his buttocks, which makes everyone gasp.] Aah, 'tis no more than what God gave me, you puritan pukes. [hides behind a tree and laughs.] That'll hold me. At least until I get my hands on some kind of explosives.

Son, if you can look me in the eye and say you didn't take the collection money, that's all I need. I didn't take it. Why you little- [Homer strangles Bart] How could you look at me and lie like that? Homer stop that! I believe him. Tell me, if he didn't take the money, why is he wearing those fancy clothes? That's what he wore to church!

Congratulations Simpson. You just fell for our sting and won yourself three months detention. There's no such thing as Scotchtoberfest. There's not? Ya used me Skinner! Ya used me!

Three months!? Aww! Hi Bart. I saw the way they set you up. That was really unfair. Ohh! Want to have dinner at my house tonight? Really? Uh, sure. Great. We eat at 7:00. There's only one thing to do at a moment like this: strut!

30 cents off Shake N' Bake? Homer! We can spare it Marge. We've been blessed.

My own son going on his first date. [singing] Sunrise, Sunset, Sunrise, Sunset, [faster] Cats and the cradle and the silver spoon. Yes, we have no bananas. [starts sobbing]

Aw, Homie it is sweet Bart is going on a date. No, it's not that, they have no bananas.

[in the distance] Bart! Lisa! Time for church! [in the distance] Milhouse! Time for church. [in the distance] Shlomo! Time for your violin lesson!

Uh, I should get to class. What's the hurry? We could get in trouble for being late. Aw, you worry too much! Now come on, if you stay here a while, I'll let you hold my hand. [She and Bart do so, next to a fire alarm pull station, which Jessica uses Bart's hand to set off the alarm system.] [laughs] Teamwork! C'mon, Bart. [runs off with him]
 * [Kids and teachers evacuate the building in a panic as a fire truck arrives. Groundskeeper Willie pushes through the crowd.]

If I don't save the wee turtles, who will? [Kicks down the science lab door and runs in, seconds later he comes out with small turtles nipping on him as he rolls around on the floor in agony] Yah! Save me from the wee turtles! They were too quick for me! Aaagh!

Why the crap do we have to go to church anyway? You just answered your own question with that commode mouth.

Bart, we can't just let her get away with this. Give it up, Lis: she's a criminal mastermind. She's got 108 IQ, she reads at a fifth grade level, and... [sighs] her hair smells like red Fruit Loops. Yeah? Well, I eat Fruit Loops for breakfast.

[after taking a troll doll away from Bart] I don't want you playing with something that has such bizarre hair. Awful, awful hair.

Don't be so hard on yourself, Bart. It's not your fault Jessica doesn't like you. Is it my hair? My overbite? The fact that I've worn the same clothes day in, day out for the last four years? No, Bart. I just think you and Jessica are too different from each other to get along. She's a sweet, kind reverend's daughter and you're the devil's cabana boy.

[when Bart comes into class] Bart Simpson? Yes, ma'am. I'd like to return to your wonderful Sunday school, please. [nervous] Uh, but Bart, we banned you from Sunday school. You were happy, we were happy, everybody was happy... particularly the hamster. [the hamster sees Bart and cowers]

Don't you ever come near my daughter again! Never have I heard such gratuitous use of the word "butt" But... but... but... [plugs her ears] Make him stop, make him stop!

You're turning me into a criminal when all I want to be is a petty thug!

Have you noticed any change in Bart? New glasses? No... he looks like something might be disturbing him. Probably misses his old glasses. I guess we could get more involved in Bart's activities but then I'd be afraid of smothering him. Yeah, and then we'd get the chair. That's not what I meant. It was, Marge, admit it.

I can't believe it, Bart. I'd always thought Jessica was so sweet! She's like a Milk Dud, Lis: sweet on the outside, poison on the inside.

[hears singing from the church] Jessica! Bart, be strong! You don't need that little hellcat. Oh, Lis: she's already drawing me to her with her beautiful siren song. [opens the church door and sees Ned Flanders singing falsetto] [shudders] That's very disturbing.


 * [Homer puts a coupon in the collection plate]

30 cents off Shake n' Bake… Homer! We can spare it, Marge. We've been blessed.

I'll just take that -- [sees empty collection plate] [gasps] Everyone turn around and look at this! What is it? A Unitarian?
 * [everyone surrounds Bart]

[thinking] Now just relax. For once, you didn't do anything wrong. Just explain yourself and everyone will understand. [speaks aloud] I... -- took the money? Yes, we know. He confessed! OK! [jumps out window] Stop him! He's headed for the window!

We gotta talk. Listen, thanks for not turning me in. That was sweet. Well, it seems like if you really care for me, you should come forward. Oh, don't you see? It's because I care for you that I can't come forward. [thinks] That doesn't make any sense. All right, then I just don't feel like it, OK? Jessica, you're really beautiful, but you are not very nice. Duh. You know, with the way you're treating me, why should I protect you? Because, if you tell, no one will believe you. Remember I'm the sweet, perfect minister's daughter and you're just yellow trash.

[entering Bart's treehouse] So here's where you're hiding! Yeah. This is my only refuge from the taunts and accusations of the townspeople. [appearing at the window] Thief! [Bart pulls the blind] Bart, we can't just let her get away with this! Give it up, Lis: she's a criminal mastermind. She's got 108 IQ, she reads at a fifth-grade level, and... [sighs] her hair smells like red Froot Loops. [threatening] Yeah? Well I eat Froot Loops for breakfast.

Now, for our offertory reading, Lisa Simpson - who we'll all be keeping an eye on. I know most of you have already judged my brother guilty without any proof, but doesn't the Bible teach us "Judge not, lest ye be judged", Reverend? [sullen] I think it may be somewhere towards the back. There is someone among us with a guilty conscience. After much soul-searching I decided it would be wrong of me to name names. But I urge that guilty person here, under the eyes of God, to come forward, to confess, and save yourself from the torment of your own personal hell! Aah! I smelled some marijuana smoke in Vietnam! I was the one that canceled Star Trek! I left my Porsche keys inside Mrs. Glick! I am talking to the collection money thief! Only you can come forward and end this injustice!
 * [Jessica looks around, smiling and saying nothing.]

Oh, what the heck - it was Jessica Lovejoy!


 * [In Jessica's room, the townspeople discover the collection money under her mattress.]

*That's* the collection money! [sniffs it] Oh yeah, smells like church. I guess it's obvious what's happened here: Bart Simpson has somehow managed to sneak his bedroom into my house. [everyone stares at him; he becomes annoyed] Well, come on! Use your imaginations! No, Dad. *I* did it. [tears in her eyes] It's your classic cry for attention. Well, young lady, I suppose we brought you home from boarding school a little prematurely. I was *expelled*, Dad! Remember the pipe bomb, the Glee Club brawl? Remember the school *chapel* collection plate? [Reverend Lovejoy covers his ears and starts singing "Bringing in the Sheaves"] Exploding toilets ring a bell? Come on, Dad! Pay attention to me! We're going there...