Bart: What's the matter with you, soldier!
Boy: It's my nerves, sir. I just can't stand the barking any more.
Bart: Your nerves! [slaps the kid] I won't have cowards in my army.
Grampa: [whaps Bart] Sorry, Bart.
You can push them out of a plane, you can march them off a cliff,
you can send them off to die on some God-forsaken rock, but for
some reason you can't slap them.
-- "Bart the General"
