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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!