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• Here you go: your rubber training knife. You've attained the rank of "pussy willow"!
• Homer: Son, there was something I was going to give you at the end of this trip, but since we may not survive, I want you to have it now.
  Bart: [gasps] A real Swiss Army knife! Cool! Home...
• Bart: OK, look: I made a terrible mistake. I wandered into a Junior Camper recruitment center, but what's done is done
  I've made my bed, and ow I've got to weasel out of it....
• Bart: [groans] Oh, my head. Lisa: Tsk, tsk, tsk, the remorse of the sugar junkie.
  Bart: Ohh...I don't remember anything. Lisa: Really?...
• You are not my son! -- Homer Simpson Boy-Scoutz n the Hood
• Lisa: So Mom, what are you going to do with your day off?
  Marge: I just want to relax and forget that I'm part of that thin blue line which stands between civilization and chaos....
• Bart: OK, we're young, rich, and full of sugar. What do we do?
  Milhouse: [yelling] Let's go crazy, Broadway style!...
• Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals.
  Except the weasel. -- Homer Simpson Boy-Scoutz n the Hood...
• Bart: A rescue plane! Get the flare gun! [Flanders does so, but Homer grabs it] Home
  This ain't one of your church picnic flare-gun firings, Flanders!...