Homer: OK, hotshots, now that my daughter is on your team, I want to
make a few things clear.
Lisa: [embarrassed] Please, Dad, I'll be fine
Homer: [makes negative mumbling noises at Lisa] I don't want anyone to
give her a hard time just because she's different: no jokes, no
taunting -- [spots Uter]
[guffaws] Look, that kid's got bosoms! Who's got a wet towel?
[chases Uter, laughing] Come here, you butterball.
Uter: [screams] Don't make me run, I'm full of chocolate!
-- Uter and the chocolate explosion, "Lisa on Ice"