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• Lou: Here you go, ma'am. [escorts Milhouse back into the classroom] Krabappel
  Mmm. Quick work. How'd you know he was gonna run?...
• Milhouse: This is Becky. She's in the second grade.
  Bart: Hi, Becky, thanks for coming out. [signs her yearbook] Becky...
• Skinner: Edna! Krabappel: Seymour. Skinner: Mind if I sit down?
  Krabappel: It's a free country. Skinner: I, I don't follow you....
• Lisa: I usually hang out in front. Erin: You like to hang out too?
  Lisa: Well, it beats doing stuff. Erin: Yeah. Stuff sucks....
• Lisa: In the beginning of the school year, each of you received a colored ticket.
  I hope everyone still has theirs. Crowd: Not me....
• Krabappel: As you know, Bart, your permanent record will one day disqualify you from all but the hottest and noisiest jobs.
  Skinner: What do you say, son? You keep our secret and some other student can inherit your gloomy, windblown future....
• Some of you may discover a wonderful vocation you never even imagined.
  Others may find out that life isn't fair... [turning bitter] in spite of your Masters from Bryn Mawr, you might end up a glorified babysitter to a bunch of dead-eyed fourth-graders while your husband runs naked on a beach with your marriage counselor!...
• Bart: Hey, Milhouse. I want you to know that I'm glad at least one of us got the part.
  [Milhouse explodes] Bart: Milhouse! [a leg lands in front of him] I didn't do it....
• Grandma: A caller at this hour? [to Mr. VH] You dial 9-1, then when I say so, dial 1 again.
  [opens the door] [TM] Bart: [sees Milhouse, sighs with relief] Milhouse, please....