Homer: [on phone] Woo hoo! Aw, Marge, that's great news.
Milhouse: [walking in] Hey hey, there, with the personal calls, Simpson.
Homer: Oh, uh, but Mr. Milhouse, my little girl's getting married.
Milhouse: Lisa? [mournful] Oh, my one true love.
[flash to teenage, acned Milhouse behind wheel of a car]
Lisa: It's not you, Milhouse, I just don't plan to ever get married.
[Milhouse weeps openly]
[back to present]
Milhouse: [threatening] I think I'll write your performance evaluation
now, Simpson.
[walks out]
-- Milhouse, levelheaded supervisor, "Lisa's Wedding"
