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• Marge: The national grammar rodeo? I wish I were going.
  Oh, wait, wait; I wish I _was_ going. Is that right, Bart?...
• Bart: [into walkie talkie] Milhouse...Milhouse! _Now_ what do I do?
  [pounding on outside door gets louder] I got it....
• Skinner: Bart, I'm impressed with what you did in there.
  You testified for the Quimby boy even though it was putting your own head in a noose....
• Bart: The lemon tree's gone! Martin: And the tracks appear to lead into Shelbyville.
  Database: Oh look, a clue. A candy bar wrapper. Milhouse...
• Ned: OK, folks, look: I called the police captain in Shelbyville.
  He says he hasn't seen our kids, but if they show up in the morgue, he'll fax us....
• Bart: Here we go. Kwyjibo. [places his tiles] K-W-Y-J-I-B-O.
  Twenty-two points, plus triple-word-score, plus fifty points for using all my letters....
• Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness, feel the slippery finish.
  Caresses it, experience it. Quite smooth, isn't it?...
• Martin: Aw, a car impound lot: the impenetrable fortress of suburbia!
  Milhouse: We'll never get the tree back now. Ba...
• Milhouse: What are they saying? Bart: I'm not sure.
  Milhouse: I thought you said you could read lips. Ba...