Lisa: I think she likes my present better.
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Bart: Does not!
Lisa: |Does too!
Bart: | |Does not!
Lisa: | | |Does too!
Bart: | | | |Does not!
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Lisa: Then how come she's not putting on any of your perfume?
Bart: [worried] Yeah... Hey Mom, how come you're not putting on any
of my perfume?
Marge: [diplomatically] Well I'm saving it... for a special occasion.
Bart: What the hell are you talking about? There's gallons of it!
Homer: [barks] Bart!
Marge: [eyes darting] But this occasion is already so special,
if we make it any <more> special, we might end up making it
<less> special.
Bart: Gotcha! [to Lisa] I told you she liked mine better.
Lisa: Oh, brother.
-- "Jacques to be Wild"
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Bart: Does not!
Lisa: |Does too!
Bart: | |Does not!
Lisa: | | |Does too!
Bart: | | | |Does not!
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Lisa: Then how come she's not putting on any of your perfume?
Bart: [worried] Yeah... Hey Mom, how come you're not putting on any
of my perfume?
Marge: [diplomatically] Well I'm saving it... for a special occasion.
Bart: What the hell are you talking about? There's gallons of it!
Homer: [barks] Bart!
Marge: [eyes darting] But this occasion is already so special,
if we make it any <more> special, we might end up making it
<less> special.
Bart: Gotcha! [to Lisa] I told you she liked mine better.
Lisa: Oh, brother.
-- "Jacques to be Wild"
Related:
- Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish.
Caresses it, experience it. Quite smooth, isn't it?... - Bart: Hey, Lis. A moment of your time.
Lisa: [stops playing her sax] Yeah?
Bart: Suppose I was writing my <second> letter to a girl, and I already used up my A-material.... - Lisa: I need help, Mom. There's another girl at school who's smarter,
younger, and a better sax player than me.
Ew, I feel so average. Marge: Well, you'll always be number one to me -- Ba... - Lisa: Hey Mom, is this how you caught him?
[throws Bart to the ground with his arm behind his back]
Ba
[panting] Face it, Lis, you're too puny to -- aah!... - Marge: Let me give my special little winner a big, _big_ hug.
Lisa: [tired] Ma, I think I'm all hugged out, heh.... - Bart: You sniveling toad! You little egg-sucker!
Lisa
[holding secure her box of cupcakes] Tell me more!... - Bart: No way, she's faking! If Lisa[?] stays home, &l
I> stay home. Lisa: If Bart stays home, I'm going to school.... - Marge: [making lunch] Extra mustard for Bart, sliced diagonally, not
lengthwise.
Light mayo for Lisa, cut off the crust. Double baloney for Homer.... - Homer: So, I realized that being with my family is more important
than being cool.
Bart: Dad, what you just said was powerfully uncool....
