Black-Eyed, Please/Quotes


 * Ms. Cantwell: Okay, children, ten minutes of free play.
 * Ralph: I'm a fun factory.
 * Ms. Cantwell: Lisa, free play.
 * Lisa: But I am playing. I'm hop-scotching from paragraph to paragraph, climbing the monkey bars of plot and theme.


 * Homer: I didn't know you were left-handed.


 * Dr. Hibbert: Homer, you'll need to wear this eye patch for a couple weeks. And, uh, you may never see a film in 3-D again.
 * Homer: But the storytelling is finally catching up to the technology.


 * Ned: Now, do you mind if I pray at your bedside?
 * Homer: No, I don't. If you pray to Superman.
 * Ned: Not praying to a character in a comic book.
 * Homer: What about Christian Archie comics?
 * Ned: Neither canonical nor comical.
 * Homer: Here, I'll get you started. Hail Superman, wearing tights, Clark Kent be thy name, one nation, under Zod...
 * Ned: Not praying to Superman. Grouch.


 * Lisa: Ms. Cantwell, wait! I've got to know before you leave. Why don't you like me?
 * Ms. Cantwell: Lisa, sometimes you just don't like a person. There's no logical explanation. It just is.
 * Lisa: That is so unsatisfying.
 * Ms. Cantwell: Here we go. If you don't get what you want, you get all pouty. All you pretty girls are the same.
 * Lisa: You think I'm pretty?
 * Ms. Cantwell: Right, like you don't get told that every day of your life, with your perfect blonde hair, that Kewpie doll voice that drives the boys crazy. And what eight-year-old wears pearls? Bookworms like me can't stand party girls like you.
 * Lisa: She hates me because I'm pretty! Woo hoo!