Miss Hoover: And so, as Abraham Lincoln sat in Ford's theatre that night, John Wilkes Booth entered, drew his gun, and ... (the bell rings) Well, that's it. Have a nice summer, everyone.
(everyone leaves except for Chuck and Ralph)
Chuck: But what happened in Ford's theatre?
Ralph: Was President Lincoln okay?
Miss Hoover: He was fine. (Chuck leaves) Go home, Ralph.
Milhouse: School's out! Up yours, Krabappel!
(Milhouse runs out of the room. Nobody else moves.)
Edna: Well, I'm glad the rest of you remembered that summer vacation starts at the end of the day, not the beginning.
Apu look-alike: I'm sorry, sir, but the sale of fireworks is prohibited in this state under penalty of… (he sees a man leave) Follow me. (walks in the back of the store) The M320. What can be a better way to celebrate the birth of our nation than to blow up a small piece of it.
Milhouse: Hey Bart. Lisa's skateboarding with some cool kids. And she looks like Blossom.
Bart: Lisa...with people!? If they're impressed by her, I'm going to Bart their world. Okay, Milhouse, you know the drill.
Milhouse: Right, you go over and wow them, I'll hide in the shrubs!
(Marge is picking through the groceries Homer bought, which consists of embarrassing hygiene and sexual items, such as condoms, enema kits, Old Harper, and panty shields)
Marge: Ew, Homer. Whatever you're planning on doing tonight, count me out.