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Ned: Howdilly hey, Bart! You ready for today's meeting?
Bart: You knowdilly-know it, Neddy!
Ned: Okilly-dokilly!

Bart: (Thinking) Look, Homer won't want to go, so just ask him and he'll say no. Then it'll be his fault.
Homer: (Thinking) I don't want to go, so if he asks me to go, I'll just say, yes!
Homer's Brain: Wait! Are you sure that's how this sort of thing works?
Homer: Shut up, brain, or I'll stab you with a Q-tip!
Bart: (Through clenched teeth) Dad, I really want you to come on this trip with me.
Homer: (Through clenched teeth) Bart, I'd be delighted to go on your trip with you.
Bart & Homer: D'oh!

Homer: So how was jerk practice, boy? Did they teach you how to sing to trees, or build crappy furniture out of useless wooden logs? Huh? (chair falls apart on him) D'oh! Stupid poetic justice…
Bart: Actually, we were just planning the father-son river rafting trip…
Homer: (chuckles) You don't have a son.

Bart: Okay, we're young, rich, and full of sugar. What do we do?
Milhouse: Let's go crazy, Broadway-style!
Bart and Milhouse: (singing) Springfield, Springfield, it's a hell of a town; the schoolyard's up and the shopping mall's down; the stray dogs go to the animal pound. Springfield, Springfield! Springfield, Springfield!
Sailor: New York, New York!
Bart: New York is that a-way man!
Sailor: Thanks kid!
Bart and Milhouse: It's a hell of a town!