Summer of 4 Ft. 2/Quotes

School's out! Up yours, Krabappel!
 * [Milhouse runs out of the school]

Well, I'm glad the rest of you remembered that summer vacation starts at the end of the day, not the beginning.

Who died and made you boss? Mr. Estes, the publications advisor.

I don't get it. Straight A's, perfect attendance, Bathroom Timer... I should be the most popular girl in school.

Friends? Hah! These are my only friends... Grown-up nerds like. And even he's kissed more boys than I ever will. Girls, Lisa. Boys kiss girls.

Hey. Hmm, somebody's travelin' light. Maybe you're getting stronger. Well, I have been eating more...

When the hell are we gonna get to... where the hell are we going? [annoyed murmur] It's called Little Pwagmattasquarmsettport. It's known as "America's scrod-basket." I thought Springfield was America's scrod-basket. No, Springfield is "America's crud-bucket." At least according to Newsweek.

Like, you know, whatever. Like, you know, whatever.

My goony brother's always going to libraries. I usually hang out in front Oh, you like hangin' out, too? Well, it beats doing stuff. Yeah, stuff sucks.

Um... let me have one of those porno magazines... a large box of condoms... a bottle of Old Harper... a couple of those panty shields... and some illegal fireworks... and one of those disposable enemas. No, make it two.

Well, we could do something fun. Um, how 'bout a beach party? Great idea, Lis. Yeah, I know where there's a beach! I know where we can get some baguettes!

I guess my little yearbook stunt was pretty rough, but it did teach you a lesson: It's important to be yourself. I know exactly who I am. I am the sister of a rotten, jealous, mean little sneak. You cost me my only friends! You ruined my life!

You taught us about cool things like nature and why we shouldn't drink sea water.