Shelby: We just got word there's Springfield kids in town.
[all the kids growl]
Bart: Curse those handsome devils!
Shelby: We're going up to the bluffs to paint "Springfield sucks" in
huge letters. That way, whenever they look into Shelbyville,
they will realize that they suck.
Milhouse2: Ho ho, radical!
Milhouse: [on Bart's walkie talkie] Quit copying me!
Shelby: You know, I wish there was a Springfield kid right now. I'd
fill his mouth with stinkbugs!
Bart: No, not in my mouth! ...uh, is what that kid would say. To
the bluffs!
-- Bart infiltrates the inner cadre, "Lemon of Troy"
[all the kids growl]
Bart: Curse those handsome devils!
Shelby: We're going up to the bluffs to paint "Springfield sucks" in
huge letters. That way, whenever they look into Shelbyville,
they will realize that they suck.
Milhouse2: Ho ho, radical!
Milhouse: [on Bart's walkie talkie] Quit copying me!
Shelby: You know, I wish there was a Springfield kid right now. I'd
fill his mouth with stinkbugs!
Bart: No, not in my mouth! ...uh, is what that kid would say. To
the bluffs!
-- Bart infiltrates the inner cadre, "Lemon of Troy"
Related:
- Shelby: Quit stalling, kid. Write "Springfield sucks" in giant
letters.
[Bart groans, starts to do so] His can control... - Bart: You know, Milhouse, I've been thinking: this town ain't so
bad.
Good friends, lots of lemons, numerous angel ... - Milhouse: Hey, kid: stop wearing your backpack over one shoulder.
We invented that, copycats. Milhouse2: Uh... - Milhouse: Oh my gosh! Look: the fire hydrants here are yellow.
Nelson: This place is starting to freak me out. ... - Bart: [on walkie talkie] Milhouse! What's seven in roman numerals?
Milhouse: I'll tell you, Bart, but you really should... - Ned: OK, folks, look: I called the police captain in Shelbyville.
He says he hasn't seen our kids, but if they show up... - Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - Bart: OK, we're young, rich, and full of sugar. What do we do?
Milhouse: [yelling] Let's go crazy, Broadway style... - Bart: [into walkie talkie] Milhouse...Milhouse!
_Now_ what do I do?
[pounding on outside door gets louder] I got...
