Bart: OK...steady, Bart. Taking ballet doesn't make you any less of
a man.
[opens the door; all the little girls point and laugh]
Teacher: All right, girls, today we learn the dance of the Faerie
Queens. You can either be a faerie, or a queen. It's wide
open.
Bart: [groans]
Teacher: Ah! And what have we here? A young man maybe who thinks he
can be the next Baryshnikov?
Bart: [surly] I don't want to be the next _anything_. I'm only
taking this stupid class because they made me.
Teacher: So, he has fire in the belly! But it will take more than
bellyfire to be the next Baryshnikov.
Bart: Look, Boris, I think ballet's for sissies.
Teacher: Ha ha ha! Ballet is for the strong, the fierce, the
determined, but for the sissies, never! Now, put on this
fuchiatard: you are a faerie.
-- In the most masculine sense of the word, that is,
"Homer vs. Patty and Selma"
