Difference between revisions of "Bart on the Road/Quotes"
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| − | :'''Lisa''' | + | '''Homer:''' What's wrong, honey? |
| − | + | '''Lisa:''' There's something troubling me, dad, but I don't think I can tell you because it's a secret. | |
| − | + | '''Homer:''' Ah, you don't have to tell me, but I thought we trusted each other with our secrets now. I mean, I haven't told a soul about your boyfriend. | |
| − | + | '''Lisa:''' Langdon Alger? Oh, I don't like him anymore. | |
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| + | '''Lisa:''' Okay, but you gotta promise you won't get mad or tell anyone, especially Bart. | ||
| + | ''Homer:'' I promise. | ||
| + | '''Lisa:''' Bart rented a car with a phony driver's license and drove Milhouse, Martin, and Nelson to a week out in Knoxville and their car got crushed and they're out of money and they can't get home and Bart's working as a courier and just came back from Hong Kong! | ||
| + | '''Homer:''' [face reddens, then returns to normal] Yes, that's a real pickle. Could you excuse me for a moment? [puts on the radiation suit hood, which muffles his voice; yells his head off as the faceplate fogs up] All right, I have thought this through. I will send Bart the money to fly home, then I will murder him. | ||
| + | '''Lisa:''' No, no! Then he'll know I told. | ||
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Revision as of 06:51, August 18, 2010
Homer: What's wrong, honey?
Lisa: There's something troubling me, dad, but I don't think I can tell you because it's a secret.
Homer: Ah, you don't have to tell me, but I thought we trusted each other with our secrets now. I mean, I haven't told a soul about your boyfriend.
Lisa: Langdon Alger? Oh, I don't like him anymore.
Lisa: Okay, but you gotta promise you won't get mad or tell anyone, especially Bart. Homer: I promise. Lisa: Bart rented a car with a phony driver's license and drove Milhouse, Martin, and Nelson to a week out in Knoxville and their car got crushed and they're out of money and they can't get home and Bart's working as a courier and just came back from Hong Kong! Homer: [face reddens, then returns to normal] Yes, that's a real pickle. Could you excuse me for a moment? [puts on the radiation suit hood, which muffles his voice; yells his head off as the faceplate fogs up] All right, I have thought this through. I will send Bart the money to fly home, then I will murder him. Lisa: No, no! Then he'll know I told.
