Lisa: Bart, in two days, I'm going to be eight years old.
It's a big number, almost double digits.
Bart: Well, enjoy it while you can. Everything changes when you hit the
big one-oh. Your legs start to go, candy doesn't taste as good
any more...
Lisa: Bart, will you please let me pour my little heart out?
Bart: Sorry, this old-timer does ramble on sometimes, don't he.
-- Pre-life crisis? "Stark Raving Dad"
