Bart: What a day, eh, Milhouse? The sun is out, birds are singing,
bees are trying to have sex with them -- as is my
understanding --
Milhouse: It is a gorgeously fabulous day -- marvelous, even.
Bart: So, uh...what's your hurry to get to school? [slows down]
Milhouse: [coy] Nothing...what's _your_ hurry? [slows down more]
[Bart stops walking]
That's enough, Bart. Fun is fun, but if we're late we're
going to get in trouble.
Bart: You're right, Milhouse: fun _is_ fun. [whistles]
-- Bart, nonchalant idler, "Homer vs. Patty and Selma"
Bart: Milhouse...do you ever worry that your mom might stop loving
you?
Milhouse: What? I'm more worried about pirhanas. Did you see that
movie where they send a nuclear submarine to fight the
pirhanas, and one of them swims right down the periscope and
bites the guy in the eye, and he goes, "Aah!...
