Bart: I thought Springfield was America's scrod basket.
Marge: No, Springfield is America's crud bucket. At least according to Newsweek.
(Lisa is eating in the kitchen and Marge is in the background. Bart enters)
Bart: Hey Lis. (sits beside her) I guess my little yearbook stunt was pretty rough but it did teach you a lesson. It's important to be yourself. (Marge leaves)
Lisa: (Grabs Bart by his shirt and whispers to him) I know exactly who I am. I am the sister of a rotten, jealous, mean, little sneak! (grabs a syrup bottle) You cost me my only friends! (holds the bottle on top of Bart's head, threatening him) You've ruined my life! (squeezes the bottle, but Marge re-enters the room. Lisa starts eating again and Bart looks at Lisa scared)
Marge: Hey kids! there's a carnival tonight!
Milhouse: (appears from behind a cereal box) Oh boy, a carnival!
Homer: (in front of the Li'l Valu-Mart) Ah! I bet this place sells illegal fireworks. Just go in and act casual like you buy 'em all the time. (enters the store and talks to the clerk) Hi. Um- Let me have one of those porno magazines, large box of condoms a bottle of Old Harper, a couple of those panty shields (whispering) and some illegal fireworks AND one of those disposable enemas. no, make it two.
Li'l Valu-Mark Clerk: My apologies, sir, but the sale of fireworks is prohibited in this state and is punishable by- (a costumer leaves the store) Follow me.