Instructor: Since you've already attended public school, we're assuming you've already had experience with small arms. So, we're gonna give you something... a little more advanced. (Hands Bart a mini-rocket launcher)
(Bart begins firing away at his targets, destroying four. The last rocket flies off into the distance)
Instructor: Four out of five, Simpson. Impressive. But you missed your last target.
Bart: (Slyly) Did I?
(Cut to Springfield Elementary. Principal Skinner is standing next to the smoldering crater that was his car.)
Nelson: (From school window) Ha ha!
Bart: But if you quit, it would be like an expert knot-tyer quitting a knot-tying contest right in the middle of tying a knot!
Lisa: Why did you say that?
Bart: I don't know. I was just looking at my shoelaces. But the point is, you're gonna make it, Lise, and I'll stick by you.
Lisa: Don't do that. Why should we both be outcasts?
Bart: Then I'll stick by you in secret. Like a sock maker secretly working on a top secret sock that . . .
Lisa: Will you stop looking at your feet!
Commandant: Gentlemen, we now have a girl cadet among our ranks, so there are going to be a few changes. First of all, Franklin, you are no longer the girliest cadet here.
Franklin: (In a very effeminate voice) Well, we'll see about that.
Commandant: Second of all, this is now the girls' barracks, so pack your things, you're moving in with Company L.
Cadet: Company L? But they smell!
Commandant: Yes, we've all heard the chant...Now fall out!