Voice: Fifteen seconds to core meltdown.
Ari: Just do what you did before.
Homer: All right. Eeny, meeny, miney, moe. Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go. Eeny, meeny, miney, moe.
Voice: Crisis has been averted. Everything is super.
Ari: Thank you, Homer, for saving my plant with that idiotic rhyming! Do you even know what button you pushed?!
Homer: Sure -- "moe"!
Bart: Thanks for sticking up for me.
Marge: What makes you think I did it?
Bart: Who else would?
Marge: Aww. You be good.
Bart: I will.
Milhouse: Milhouse to Bart. Do you wanna come over and play?
Bart: Really? We can be friends again? Did your mom die?
Milhouse: Uh I don't think so.
Bart: Well, who cares? Milhouse, I'll be right there. Sorry, Maggie. Game's over.
All Bart and Milhouse have is each other. They're too young for girls and they're a popular target for bullies and in the Christmas pageant, they're always sheep. Please, please, let them be friends.
Homer: Hey, when do we get the check for this?
Marge: Well, they said they changed it just enough so they don't have to pay us.
Homer: You know who the real crooks are -- those sleazy Hollywood producers.
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]
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.
