My story begins back in nineteen-dickity-two. We had to say ‘dickity’ cause the kaiser had stolen our word ‘twenty’. I chased that rascal to get it back, but gave up after dickity-six miles.— Grampa
Selma : There are some days when we don't let the lines move at all.
Patty: We call those: weekdays. (they both snigger)
Lisa: No thanks. Do you have any fruit?
Homer: This has purple stuff inside, purple is a fruit.
Milhouse: Bart, can we pick up that hitchhiker?
Bart: I don't see why not. (a little later, a disheveled hitchhiker rides between Martin and Nelson)
Hitchhiker: Bart, can we stop for ice cream?
Bart: Yes. (a little later, they all have cones)
Hitchhiker: Well, I don't think I was rehabilitated, but I guess they needed the extra bed.
Bart: (handing out envelopes) Gentlemen, for our road trip I have taken the liberty of preparing an airtight and utterly plausible alibi for use on our parents.
Milhouse: I have been selected to represent the school at the national grammar rodeo at the Sheraton Hotel in Canada.
Martin: I have been selected to represent the school at the national grammar rodeo at the Sheraton Hotel in Canada.
Nelson: (walking out) I'm goin' away for a week. See ya! (throws out letter)
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