Homer: What's wrong, honey?
Lisa: There's something troubling me, dad, but I don't think I can
tell you because it's a secret.
Homer: Ah, you don't have to tell me, but I thought we trusted each
other with our secrets now. I mean, I haven't told a soul
about your boyfriend.
Lisa: Langdon Alger? Oh, I don't like him anymore.
-- I was frustrated by his puzzledom, "Bart on the Road"