Bart: Milhouse has Bonestorm!
[inside, Milhouse's hair is being blown back from the TV]
Milhouse: This is great...and all I've done is enter my name!
"Thrillhouse".
[screen shows "WELCOME THRILLHO"]
Bart: [walking in] Say, cool dude, can I play too?
Milhouse: [scrambling] Uh, uh, it's only a one player game.
Bart: Then how come it says "Second player score"?
Milhouse: [pause] Mom! Bart's swearing!
-- Sure-fire ejection techniques, "Marge Be Not Proud"
[inside, Milhouse's hair is being blown back from the TV]
Milhouse: This is great...and all I've done is enter my name!
"Thrillhouse".
[screen shows "WELCOME THRILLHO"]
Bart: [walking in] Say, cool dude, can I play too?
Milhouse: [scrambling] Uh, uh, it's only a one player game.
Bart: Then how come it says "Second player score"?
Milhouse: [pause] Mom! Bart's swearing!
-- Sure-fire ejection techniques, "Marge Be Not Proud"
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you?
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[a hand falls on his shoulder]
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Bart takes offence when Mrs.K accuses him of not ...
