Marge:
I'm sure you'll make plenty of friends. All you have to do is be yourself.
Lisa:
Be myself? I've been myself for eight years and it hasn't worked.
[
At the Flanders's beach house, after spotting Lisa's friends pasting seashells onto his car]
Homer Simpson:
Sweet merciful crap! My car!
Clerk:
Celebrate the independence of your nation by blowing up a small part of it.
Bart:
Oh, this is the worst Fourth of July ever, I hate America.
Milhouse:
Oh boy, a carnival.
Homer:
[
picking up Lisa's empty suitcase] Hmm, somebody's traveling light!
Lisa:
Meh, maybe you're getting stronger.
Homer:
Well, I have been eating more.
Marge:
Isn't this fun, Lisa?
Lisa:
It must be exciting to make a whole different set of beds.
Marge:
I know you're joking, but it is!
Erin:
Hey, I like your hat.
Lisa:
[
thinking] A compliment! Scanning for sarcasm... it's clean! Go!
Lisa:
[
to herself] Okay, okay calm down, it was just a bird, you don't control the birds, you will someday but not today.
[
the school bell rings]
Milhouse:
School's out! Up yours, Krabappel!
[
Milhouse runs off, no one else moves]
Mrs. Krabappel:
Well, I'm glad the rest of you remembered that summer vacation starts at the end of the day, not the beginning.
[
Krabappel motions to a clock that reads; 9 am]
Marge:
Say bye bye to our house, Maggie! Bye bye tree!
Homer Simpson:
Bye bye, work!
Bart:
Bye bye, toothbrush
Lisa:
Bye bye, Lisa Simpson
Marge:
And you're sure the Flanderses won't be there? Well, it sounds great. Bart you can call Milhouse. Lise, you can invite a friend too.
Lisa:
Great a friend! Or some girl I know... I don't know... stuffed animal?
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