Bart, we'll do anything you want. Just call off your giant mechanical ants!
I trust you all remembered to bring in your implements of destruction.
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!
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?
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!
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.
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.
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.
Oh, licking envelopes can be fun. All you have to do is make a game of it.
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.
These pants come off at night just like everybody else's.
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.