: Bart, I hope you won't bear some simple minded grudge against me. I was merely trying to fend off the desecration of the school building. Martin Prince
: Eat my shorts! Bart Martin: Pardon?
(The family is playing Scrabble)
Bart: My turn. "Kwyjibo". (places his tiles) K-W-Y-J-I-B-O. Twenty-two points, plus triple-word-score, plus fifty points for using all my letters. Game's over, I'm out of here-
Homer: (grabs Bart with his left hand, holding a banana in his right) Wait a minute, you little cheater! You're not going anywhere until you tell me what a kwyjibo is.
Bart: Kwyjibo. (observing Homer) Uh... a big, dumb, balding North American ape. With no chin.
: Marge (playing along) And a short temper.
Homer: I'll show you a big, dumb, balding ape! Bart: (as Homer chases him away) Uh-oh. Kwyjibo on the loose!
: Now I don't want you to worry, class. These tests will have no effect on your grades. They merely determine your future social status and financial success Mrs. Krabappel (looks directly at Bart)... if any.
: Whoever did this is in very deep trouble! Principal Skinner Martin: And a sloppy speller, too. The preferred spelling of "wiener" is "W-I-E-N-E-R", although "E-I" is an acceptable ethnic variant.
Homer: Doc, this is all too much. I mean, my son, a genius - how does it happen? : Well, genius-level intelligence is usually the result of heredity and environment... Dr. Pryor (sees Homer staring blankly)... although in some cases it is a total mystery.
Marge: Bart, this is a big day for you - why don't you eat something a little more nutritious?
Homer: Nonsense, Marge! Frosted Krusty Flakes is what got him here today. It could be one of these chemicals here that makes him so smart. Lisa, maybe you should try some of this.
Marge: (nagging tone) Homer! Homer: I'm just saying, why not have two geniuses in the family? Sort of a spare in case Bart's brain explodes.
Bart's first day at the gifted school. Homer sees it has a dress code.
Homer: Oh, they required ties. No problem, boy, here is mine.
Homer removes tie
Homer: Now to wear a tie, you just attach the clip, like so!
Bart: Thanks, Dad. Homer: Now pay attention, because you may learn great things. In fact, you might do what we Simpson men have dreamed of for generations. You may outsmart somebody.
Homer: Jeez. No beer, no opera dogs...
Bart: It ain't over until the fat lady sings.
Homer: Is that one fat enough for you, son? [Bart and Homer laugh to Marge's annoyance, as well as the other audience members]
Homer: I bet Einstein turned himself all sorts of colors before he invented the light bulb.
Homer: WHY YOU LITTLE!
Bart: Uh-oh. (Homer tries to grab Bart but lands in bucket) (being chased) Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Marge: What's going on there? (Homer grunts)
Lisa: I think Bart's stupid again, Mom.
Marge: Oh well...
Bart: Ahhhhhhh! (runs into his room)
Homer: YOU CAN'T STAY IN THERE FOREVER!
Bart: I can try! (locks his bedroom door)
Homer: MARCH YOUR BUTT RIGHT OUT OF HERE, NOW!
Bart: No way, man!
Homer: BART! (pause) Son, if you don't come out, I can’t hug you and kiss you and make you feel all better.
[Bart is drinking a soda and reading a comic book.]
Bart: You think I'm dumb enough to fall for that, I'm insulted! Homer: D'oh! [gets angry and pounds on the door once again. We cut to the Simpsons' house where we can hear Homer continuing to bang on the door.]
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