Bart: Lisa, certain differences -- rivalries, if you will -- have come up between us. At first I thought we could talk it over like civilized people. But instead, I just ripped the head off Mr. Honeybunny. Lisa: Bart, that was your cherished childhood toy. Bart: Aah! Mr. Honeybunny! Homer: Quiet down, Bart! Lisa: Bart, just get outta here. Bart: Hey: it's a free country. You get out. Lisa: That doesn't make sense. Bart: I know you are, but what am I? Lisa: Get out, get out! Bart: OK, but on my way, I'm going to be doing this: (starts waving arms and walking towards her) If you get hit, it's your own fault. Lisa: OK, then I'm going to start kicking air like this. (kicks) And if any part of you should fill that air, it's your own fault. (they walk towards each other, and start fighting) Marge: Oh, I better go check that out. Now Homer, don't you eat this pie! Homer: OK... All right, pie, I'm just going to do this. (chomps air) And if you get eaten, it's your own fault! (walks towards pie, chomping air, and hits head) Ow! Oh, my -- aw, to hell with this. (grabs pie and eats it)
-2F05 Lisa On Ice
Later, Jamal