Homer: Son...my dear son, from now I'm going to be a good and attentive
father. And for starters, your old man is going to teach you how
to ride your very first bike.
[brings out a girl's bike; starts riding it; it breaks]
Bart: Number one, I know how to ride a bike.
Number two, I already own a bike.
And number three, _that_ is a girl's bike.
Homer: You're no girl, you're a boy. A good boy. You can be President
-- scratch that, you _will_ be President!
-- Grand aspirations, "Grampa vs. Sexual Inadequacy"
