Ms. Peyton: To be honest, I'm not sure. I have tried every intervention I know. Letting him be the teacher. scaring him straight, dunce caps, genius pants, negging, Breakfast Clubbing, no recess, nothing but recess, puppy stickers.
Marge: Oh. Bart's always had his problems, but now it sounds like they're turning into... [cries] ...issues.
Ms. Peyton: Don't worry, I am going to get to the bottom of why he's acting out. Could each of you fill out this child development questionnaire?
Marge: You need to know how long I was in labor?
Ms. Peyton: Oh, does that question bother you?
Marge: No. No, not at all. I love it.
Bart: When Lisa was doing her fish movie, (flashback) Mom and I would wait on the beach. Some rich kid left a sand pail from the fancy hotel. That bucket was my ticket to the guests-only pool area. At first, it was pretty sweet. Then I tried a fancy dive off the Tarzan swing. A belly flop will knock the wind out of you. Especially a belly full of hot fudge. I panicked, and suddenly, I couldn't tread water, no matter how hard I flailed. And no one was noticing. (Peyton notices Bart is drowning) But then...
[Peyton jumped down into a pool to save Bart from drowning]
Rayshelle Peyton: Oh, God. Are-are you okay?
Woman: What happened?
[Bart encounters Peyton for the first time]
Man: [whispering to Darryl] He can't swim. That poor boy.
[Darryl gasps when Bart is unable to swim]
Bart: [shouting] Why did you do that? I was fine. I'm an amazing swimmer.
Rayshelle Peyton: I-I'm, I'm sorry, I-I thought that... (Bart runs away from her)
Lisa: Dad's right, You should also be in the sea, Hunting and killing Nosefish... (sobbing) After school, I will take you back to your home.
Milhouse: Bart had Skittles with milk for breakfast.
