Lisa: Perhaps I'm not making myself clear. I think you should reconsider.
Miss Hoover: [strained] Lisa... you're... hurting me.
Lisa: Perhaps I'm not making myself clear. I think you should reconsider.
Miss Hoover: [strained] Lisa... you're... hurting me.
How could this have happened? [brushing arm] I feel so dirty. Uh.. uh...uh. The dirt's not coming off!
Attention, everyone. This is Principal Skinner. I trust you all remembered to bring in your implements of destruction. Now let's trash this dump!
Marge, there's an empty spot I've always had inside me. I tried to fill it with family, religion, community service. But those were dead ends. I think this chair is the answer.
Milhouse: Bart, I didn't want you to see me cry.
Bart: Oh, come on, I've seen you cry a million times. You cry when you scrape your knee. You cry when they're out of chocolate milk. You cry when you're doing long division and you have a remainder left over.
Americans have grown up with the image of the jolly fat man. Dom DeLuise, Alfred Hitchcock, and of course, Santa Claus.
Samantha: How do we know when we fall in love?
Mrs. Krabappel: Oh, don't you worry. Most of you will never fall in love and marry out of fear of dying alone.
Class, in order to explain why your hormones will soon make you an easy target for every smooth talking Lothario with his own car and tight jeans, I will now show a short sex education film. Ezekiel and Ismail, in accordance with your parents' wishes, you may step out into the hall and pray for our souls.