Luanne: From now on, forget everything you thought you knew about Luanne
Van Houten.
Marge: Actually, Luanne, I don't really know anything about you...
Luanne: Forget it! She's gone. Prest-o change-o! Kaboom! Sweet Fanny
Adams! Bye-bye!
-- Whatever they're giving her, cut the dose,
"A Milhouse Divided"