Bart: I can make it so the other kids don't laugh at you so much.
Martin: They... laugh at me? I've always considered myself rather
popular.
Bart: You're not. Watch. [pushes Martin down, crowd laughs]
Martin: But... but my speed with numbers... [Bart helps Martin to his
feet] my years of service as a hall monitor, my prize-winning
dioramas? These things mean nothing to them?
Bart: Perhaps another demonstration. [pushes him down again, more
laughs]
-- "Bart Gets an F"