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Difference between revisions of "Bartless on a Tuesday/Quotes"

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:'''[[Milhouse]]''': Hey, Martin, cool robot!
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{{qf|[[Milhouse]]}} Hey, Martin, cool robot!
:'''[[Martin]]''': This is my greastes creation, The Prince 5000! It's a robot designed to take a bully's beating!
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{{qf|[[Martin]]}} This is my greatest creation, The Prince 5000! It's a robot designed to take a bully's beating!
:'''[[Milhouse]]''': Really? Wow!
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{{qf|Milhouse}} Really? Wow!
 
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:'''[[Martin]]''': Mrs. Simpson, is Bart at home?
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{{qf|Martin}} Mrs. Simpson, is Bart at home?
:'''[[Marge]]''': Oh hello, boys. Bart went outon an errand an hour ango, but he told me to make sure that you "two suckers"--er, I mean the two of you waited for him.
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{{qf|[[Marge]]}} Oh hello, boys. Bart went out on an errand an hour ago, but he told me to make sure that you "two suckers"--er, I mean the two of you waited for him.
 
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:'''[[Raphael]]''': Ah, Mr. Simpson, I have your order right here. Can I interest you in some plastic facial augmentation or some fake vomit?  
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{{qf|[[Raphael]]}} Ah, Mr. Simpson, I have your order right here. Can I interest you in some plastic facial augmentation or some fake vomit?  
:'''[[Bart]]''': Eh, that is so last millenium. This is the 21st century, man. I need a prank with an efge.
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{{qf|[[Bart]]}} Eh, that is so last millennium. This is the 21st century, man. I need a prank with an edge.
:'''[[Raphael]]''': Well, how about a six-foot tall balloon? Legally, I'm not suppose to sell it to dwars of children under 10, but you seem like a responsible prankster.
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{{qf|Raphael}} Well, how about a six-foot tall balloon? Legally, I'm not suppose to sell it to dwarfs or children under 10, but you seem like a responsible prankster.
:'''[[Bart]]''': Whoa-mama!
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{{qf|Bart}} Whoa-mama!
 
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:'''[[Milhouse]]''': I'm sick of this waiting, matin! Three more hours and I'm out of here!
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{{qf|Milhouse}} I'm sick of this waiting, matin! Three more hours and I'm out of here!
:'''[[Martin]]''': You know something, you're right, Milhouse! We don't need Bart!
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{{qf|Martin}} You know something, you're right, Milhouse! We don't need Bart!
:'''[[Milhouse]]''': We don't? I mean, yeah, we don't!
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{{qf|Milhouse}} We don't? I mean, yeah, we don't!
:'''[[Martin]]''': The sun does not rise or set on Bart Simpson! Let's go get some ice cream.
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{{qf|Martin}} The sun does not rise or set on Bart Simpson! Let's go get some ice cream.
 
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:'''[[Milhouse]]''': I'm sorry, Martin. I guess coming back here is sort of like admitting defeat.
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{{qf|Milhouse}} I'm sorry, Martin. I guess coming back here is sort of like admitting defeat.
:'''[[Martin]]''': I consider it more like acknowledging we can't function without the raspacllion antics of Bartholomew.
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{{qf|Martin}} I consider it more like acknowledging we can't function without the rapscallion antics of Bartholomew.
:'''[[Milhouse]]''': Yeah, that's what I said.
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{{qf|Milhouse}} Yeah, that's what I said.
:'''[[Marge]]''': Oh  hello, boys. I'm sorry, you missed him again. He went to the Ice cream Parlor and Professor Frink's too look for you.
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{{qf|Marge}} Oh  hello, boys. I'm sorry, you missed him again. He went to the Ice cream Parlor and Professor Frink's too look for you.

Revision as of 10:43, July 30, 2020



Milhouse: Hey, Martin, cool robot!
Martin: This is my greatest creation, The Prince 5000! It's a robot designed to take a bully's beating!
Milhouse: Really? Wow!

Martin: Mrs. Simpson, is Bart at home?
Marge: Oh hello, boys. Bart went out on an errand an hour ago, but he told me to make sure that you "two suckers"--er, I mean the two of you waited for him.

Raphael: Ah, Mr. Simpson, I have your order right here. Can I interest you in some plastic facial augmentation or some fake vomit?
Bart: Eh, that is so last millennium. This is the 21st century, man. I need a prank with an edge.
Raphael: Well, how about a six-foot tall balloon? Legally, I'm not suppose to sell it to dwarfs or children under 10, but you seem like a responsible prankster.
Bart: Whoa-mama!

Milhouse: I'm sick of this waiting, matin! Three more hours and I'm out of here!
Martin: You know something, you're right, Milhouse! We don't need Bart!
Milhouse: We don't? I mean, yeah, we don't!
Martin: The sun does not rise or set on Bart Simpson! Let's go get some ice cream.

Milhouse: I'm sorry, Martin. I guess coming back here is sort of like admitting defeat.
Martin: I consider it more like acknowledging we can't function without the rapscallion antics of Bartholomew.
Milhouse: Yeah, that's what I said.
Marge: Oh hello, boys. I'm sorry, you missed him again. He went to the Ice cream Parlor and Professor Frink's too look for you.