Ned: [singing] When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother, "What will I be?
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me:
Everyone: [joining in] Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera --
Quimby: [pointing at the comet] Run!
-- Forced bravado, "Bart's Comet"
