Difference between revisions of "Bart on the Road/Quotes"
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'''Homer:''' What's wrong, honey? | '''Homer:''' What's wrong, honey? | ||
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'''Lisa:''' There's something troubling me, dad, but I don't think I can tell you because it's a secret. | '''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. | + | |
| − | '''Lisa:''' Langdon Alger? | + | '''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. |
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| + | '''Lisa:''' Langdon Alger? Oh, I don't like him anymore. Okay, but you gotta promise you won't get mad or tell anyone, especially Bart. | ||
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| + | '''Homer:''' I promise. | ||
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| + | '''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! | ||
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| + | '''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. | ||
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| + | '''Lisa:''' No, no! Then he'll know I told. | ||
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| − | '''Lisa:'' | + | Nelson: What is this place? |
| − | ''Homer:' | + | |
| − | + | Bart: Branson, Missouri. My dad says it's like Vegas… if it were run by Ned Flanders. | |
| − | + | ---- | |
| − | + | Bart: Gentlemen, for our road trip I have taken the liberty of preparing an airtight and utterly plausible alibi for use on our parents. | |
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| + | (Milhouse at home) | ||
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| + | Milhouse: I have been selected to represent the school at the national grammar rodeo at the Sheraton Hotel in Canada. | ||
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| + | (Martin at home) | ||
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| + | Martin: I've been selected to represent the school at the national grammar rodeo at the Sheraton Hotel in Canada. | ||
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| + | (Nelson at home) | ||
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| + | Nelson: (leaving his house) I'm goin' away for a week. See ya! | ||
| + | ---- | ||
| + | Marge: The national grammar rodeo? I wish I were going. Oh, wait, wait I wish I was going. Is that right, Bart? | ||
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| + | Bart: I dunno. | ||
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| + | Lisa: It's not fair. I'm the best student in school, how come I never heard about this competition? | ||
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| + | Bart: Maybe because you are, as we say in Latin, a "dorkus malorkus." | ||
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| + | Lisa: That's not Latin. Mom, Bart's faking it. | ||
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| + | Marge: Lisa, you've had your glory. Now it's Bart's turn. | ||
| + | ---- | ||
| + | Homer: Your turn. | ||
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| + | Lisa: Hmm, truth. | ||
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| + | Homer: Uh, do you have a crush on anyone? | ||
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| + | Lisa: Dad! | ||
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| + | Homer: Oh, I won't tell anybody. | ||
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| + | Lisa: Dad, you tell everybody everything. Even Moe knew when I threw up on the dentist. | ||
| + | ---- | ||
| + | (Nelson grabs Milhouse's glasses) | ||
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| + | Milhouse: Hey! I need those to see. | ||
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| + | Pawnbroker: Ah, these lenses are perfect! Now I can re-bottom those antique Coke bottles. (he begins counting money) Three hundred, four hundred, five hundred, six hundred… | ||
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| + | Milhouse: Hey! Come back! hey! | ||
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| + | (crashes into the pyramid of Coke bottles) | ||
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| + | Pawnbroker: …five hundred, four hundred, three hundred, two hundred, one hundred, zero. | ||
| + | ---- | ||
| + | Bart: [reading from a handout] Go To Work With Your Parents Day? | ||
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| + | Principal Skinner: [over the P.A.] Yes, Go To Work With Your Parents Day. Tomorrow you will learn by doing and apply your knowledge of fractions and gym to real-world situations. | ||
| + | ---- | ||
| + | Lisa: I still don't understand why you get to stay home and watch Mom work. | ||
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| + | Bart: Because I've always been an advocate of women in the workplace, Lis. I can't help it if my mom's workplace contains our TV. | ||
| + | ---- | ||
| + | Lisa: Okay, time for truth or dare. You go first. | ||
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| + | Homer: Ehh, truth. Ask me anything. | ||
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| + | Lisa: Who do you love most: me, Bart, or Maggie? | ||
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| + | Homer: D'oh! All right, dare. | ||
| + | ---- | ||
| + | Bart: Mom, you're blocking the TV. If you need something to do, you can fill out my form -- here. [hands Marge the form] | ||
| + | Marge: [reading] Parent's occupation ... please note, homemaker is not allowed, as it is not real work, that's why you don't get paid for it ... ohhh. | ||
| + | ---- | ||
| + | Patty: Some days, we don't let the line move at all. | ||
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| + | Selma: We call those weekdays. [both of them laugh] | ||
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| + | Patty: Good one. | ||
| + | ---- | ||
| + | Nelson [after seeing the movie, "Naked Lunch"] I can think of at least two things wrong with that title. | ||
| + | ---- | ||
| + | Milhouse: [yells] Spring breeeak! Yeah [pause, then quiet] Well, when are we going to get rowdy? | ||
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| + | Bart: Maybe when we find something decent to do with this ID. | ||
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| + | Nelson: We could go rent a carpet shampooer. | ||
| + | ---- | ||
| + | Martin: [to his flipping dog] Oh boy, Flipsy! You and I are going on a road trip. [Nelson grabs Martin and tosses Flipsy out the window; Flipsy gets run over by a car] | ||
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| + | Nelson: HA-ha! | ||
| + | ---- | ||
| + | Milhouse: Bart! Nelson hit me! | ||
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| + | Bart: He sure did. | ||
| + | ---- | ||
| + | Homer: Hi, Lisa, how's your spring break going? | ||
| + | Lisa: I'm learning about owls. | ||
| + | Homer: Oh, owls, eh? So you probably wouldn't want to spend another day at work with me. | ||
| + | Lisa: Sure I would. I can always learn about owls this summer at bird camp. | ||
| + | ---- | ||
{{Season 7 Q}} | {{Season 7 Q}} | ||
Revision as of 21:58, September 12, 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. 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.
Nelson: What is this place?
Bart: Branson, Missouri. My dad says it's like Vegas… if it were run by Ned Flanders.
Bart: Gentlemen, for our road trip I have taken the liberty of preparing an airtight and utterly plausible alibi for use on our parents.
(Milhouse at home)
Milhouse: I have been selected to represent the school at the national grammar rodeo at the Sheraton Hotel in Canada.
(Martin at home)
Martin: I've been selected to represent the school at the national grammar rodeo at the Sheraton Hotel in Canada.
(Nelson at home)
Nelson: (leaving his house) I'm goin' away for a week. See ya!
Marge: The national grammar rodeo? I wish I were going. Oh, wait, wait I wish I was going. Is that right, Bart?
Bart: I dunno.
Lisa: It's not fair. I'm the best student in school, how come I never heard about this competition?
Bart: Maybe because you are, as we say in Latin, a "dorkus malorkus."
Lisa: That's not Latin. Mom, Bart's faking it.
Marge: Lisa, you've had your glory. Now it's Bart's turn.
Homer: Your turn.
Lisa: Hmm, truth.
Homer: Uh, do you have a crush on anyone?
Lisa: Dad!
Homer: Oh, I won't tell anybody.
Lisa: Dad, you tell everybody everything. Even Moe knew when I threw up on the dentist.
(Nelson grabs Milhouse's glasses)
Milhouse: Hey! I need those to see.
Pawnbroker: Ah, these lenses are perfect! Now I can re-bottom those antique Coke bottles. (he begins counting money) Three hundred, four hundred, five hundred, six hundred…
Milhouse: Hey! Come back! hey!
(crashes into the pyramid of Coke bottles)
Pawnbroker: …five hundred, four hundred, three hundred, two hundred, one hundred, zero.
Bart: [reading from a handout] Go To Work With Your Parents Day?
Principal Skinner: [over the P.A.] Yes, Go To Work With Your Parents Day. Tomorrow you will learn by doing and apply your knowledge of fractions and gym to real-world situations.
Lisa: I still don't understand why you get to stay home and watch Mom work.
Bart: Because I've always been an advocate of women in the workplace, Lis. I can't help it if my mom's workplace contains our TV.
Lisa: Okay, time for truth or dare. You go first.
Homer: Ehh, truth. Ask me anything.
Lisa: Who do you love most: me, Bart, or Maggie?
Homer: D'oh! All right, dare.
Bart: Mom, you're blocking the TV. If you need something to do, you can fill out my form -- here. [hands Marge the form] Marge: [reading] Parent's occupation ... please note, homemaker is not allowed, as it is not real work, that's why you don't get paid for it ... ohhh.
Patty: Some days, we don't let the line move at all.
Selma: We call those weekdays. [both of them laugh]
Patty: Good one.
Nelson [after seeing the movie, "Naked Lunch"] I can think of at least two things wrong with that title.
Milhouse: [yells] Spring breeeak! Yeah [pause, then quiet] Well, when are we going to get rowdy?
Bart: Maybe when we find something decent to do with this ID.
Nelson: We could go rent a carpet shampooer.
Martin: [to his flipping dog] Oh boy, Flipsy! You and I are going on a road trip. [Nelson grabs Martin and tosses Flipsy out the window; Flipsy gets run over by a car]
Nelson: HA-ha!
Milhouse: Bart! Nelson hit me!
Bart: He sure did.
Homer: Hi, Lisa, how's your spring break going?
Lisa: I'm learning about owls.
Homer: Oh, owls, eh? So you probably wouldn't want to spend another day at work with me.
Lisa: Sure I would. I can always learn about owls this summer at bird camp.
