Showing posts with label Principal Skinner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Principal Skinner. Show all posts

I trust you all remembered to bring in your implements of destruction.

nelson muntz lighting a flamethrower

Attention, everyone. This is Principal Skinner. I trust you all remembered to bring in your implements of destruction. Now let's trash this dump!

Oooh, big man!

bart simpson taunting principal skinner

Principal Skinner: Now Bart, in light of your recent service to the school, I've decided to be lenient. Four hundred days detention.

Bart: Four hundred days. I can do that standing on my head.

Principal Skinner: All right, five hundred days.

Bart: Oooh, big man!

What do ya got?

lisa simpson playing with a toothpick in her mouth

Principal Skinner: I have never seen a good student take such a slide. Lisa, what are you rebelling against?

Lisa: What do ya got?

Knock it off!

principal seymour skinner standing on the stage of the springfield elementary auditorium in front of a bunch of crazy kids

People... people... Allllll right. You know I can wait just as long as you. [Crosses his arms and waits, then] Knock it off!

Occasionally the police arrived to search my home.

police car lights flashing outside principal skinner's home

Principal Skinner: Occasionally the police arrived to search my home. ... I shouted until I was hoarse, but they couldn't hear me.

[begin flashback]

Principal Skinner: I'm in here!

Chief Wiggum: Well, let's go.

[end flashback]

I made a game of it, seeing how many times I could bounce the ball in a day, then trying to break that record.

principal skinner dribbling a basketball while trapped underneath a pile of newspapers

For the next week, I stayed alive by eating my mother's delicious preserves and maintained my sanity by dribbling a nearby basketball with my one free hand. I made a game of it, seeing how many times I could bounce the ball in a day, then trying to break that record.

You didn't believe me when I said it would be fun, did you?

clock ticking backwards during detention

Principal Skinner: You didn't believe me when I said it would be fun, did you?

Bart: No, thir.

Oh, licking envelopes can be fun. All you have to do is make a game of it.

bart simpson licking and closing envelopes

Principal Skinner: Don't worry, Bart. We'll find something fun for you to do. Ahh, here we are. Here's a whole box of unsealed envelopes for the P.T.A.

Bart: You're making me lick envelopes?

Principal Skinner: Oh, licking envelopes can be fun. All you have to do is make a game of it.

Bart: What kind of game?

Principal Skinner: Well, for example, you could see how many you can lick in an hour. And then try to break that record.

Bart: Sounds like a pretty crappy game to me.

Principal Skinner: Yes, well, get started.

Malignant spirochetes infest your bloodstream, eventually spreading to your spinal fluid and on into the brain.

principal skinner telling the class about ticks and lyme disease while lisa simpson listens attentively
Lyme disease is spread by small parasites called ticks. When a diseased tick attaches itself to you, it begins sucking your blood. Malignant spirochetes infest your bloodstream, eventually spreading to your spinal fluid and on into the brain.

Tomorrow is another school day!

principal skinner vowing to take back springfield elementary

Oh, Springfield Elementary, I will have you back again. After all, tomorrow is another school day!

I don't want you bragging to your friends about how you scored.

selma bouvier watching patty bouvier and principal skinner kissing

Alright. One kiss. But I don't want you bragging to your friends about how you scored.

These pants come off at night just like everybody else's.

homer simpson profiling principal skinner as a possible homer sexual

Homer: Tell me, Principal Skinner, are you married?

Principal Skinner: Only to my job.

Homer: But if you weren't married to your job, you'd tend to go for a girl, right?

Principal Skinner: Well of course. These pants come off at night just like everybody else's.