Bart: Everything I know about women can be summed up by a jump-rope rhyme: "Girls go to Mars to buy candy bars, boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider." Except I didn't have to go to Jupiter to get stupider.
Bart: And then I ran right home to you.
Milhouse: You did everything great, Bart. Then you told me all about it like a true gentleman. I can't wait to use your moves on Lisa.
Lisa: Ew! On every level, ew! Bart, you have to treat girls like they matter, not like they're a bunch of Milhice. What? It's the plural of Milhouse. Look it up.