Mrs. Krabappel: All right, children. Count off.
Students: One, two, three.
Bart: Hey, Otto. Hey, Ottoman.
Otto: Hey, Bart dude.
Bart: Any new tattoos, Otto?
Otto: Oh, funny you should ask, man.
This morning I woke up with this one.
Bart: Cool. I want one.
Otto: Huh. Not till you're 14, my little friend.
Mrs. Krabappel: Bart! Bart Simpson! Take your seat, Bart.
Bart: Oh, please, Mrs. Krabappel, not next to Wendell.
He pukes on every bus ride. No offense, Wendell.
Wendell: Oh.
Mrs. Krabappel: Be that as it may, it's the only seat left, so get in there!
Wendell: Please try not to shake the seat like that.
Mrs. Krabappel: Now, class, remember. Do not stick any part of your body out the window.
We all know the tragic story of the young man who stuck his arm out the window... and had it ripped off by a big truck coming in the other direction.
Bart: And I was that boy.
Mrs. Krabappel: Uh, Bart Simpson, sit down!
I've had just about enough of your tomfoolery.
Wendell: Oh, I don't feel so hot.