It rade ower my father t' week afore he henged hissen—Aw mind him t—tellin' on 't.

When Laura tells Bart that she can teach him to dance, Bart and Laura are suddenly transformed into Astaire and Rogers in a black-and-white fantasy sequence before Bart’s reverie is abruptly ended when Laura reverts back to bratty tomboy form and gives him a wedgie.

The Titanic stands on end, poised briefly for the plunge.

It doesn't feel too bad. Let me walk it off.