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We had a family meeting.

We're just two smart kids.

("Battle Hymn of the Republic" playing)

the cold, dead eyes of Mike Pence.

Listen, Bart...

Well, did that help?

What's in your hand?

So can I...? Hello? Hello?

I believe in you, too.

Finally, thanks to Mrs. K,

Bart Simpson, and the word is "interlude."

I do not need to see the dark side of another marriage.

(sighs) This changes everything.

See, Marge? We skip one rehearsal,

as others see you. (laughs)

I'll think of a penance.

children's chewable Xanax.

I'm three. I'm dizzy.

You have to give it back to Mr. Flanders.

I'll take names if I don't hear cheers.

The perfect crime!

Bart, there's a page in the diary you didn't read yet.

♪ Waylon's gonna get some kitsch today ♪

were thinking of leaving Springfield?

(gasps) What are you heathens doing

EDNA: Remember: if you can teach one kid one thing,

And this belongs to you.

Oh, you are still there. You're just very quiet.

♪ 'Cause playing is a sin that we regret ♪

I'll wait as long as it takes.

I have to stay here in Springfield,

Oh, her words, not mine.

Nothing but... (groans)

How'd you do it, Bart? How'd you do it?

Oh, be realistic, Marge.

You not only don't suck, you believe in my potential, too.

Spell "pneumatic."

Bannocks to that!