Don’t wait until it’s too late. Don’t become I statistic like me.
Mrs. Krabappel: Well, children, our new ultra-hard PostCherfect chairs have arrived. They’ve been designed by eminent posturologists to eliminate slouching by the year 3000.
Martin: Mrs. Krabappel? [groans] I’m having back spasms…Mrs. Krabappel: [chuckles] I know they seem a little uncomfortable right now, but eventually your bones will change shape.
Milhouse: I’ve lost all feeling in the left side of my body. [lifts his limp left arm with his right arm]
Mrs. Krabappel: Yeah, yeah.
Bart: Oh, how can they imprison kids in school on a beautiful day like this?
Lisa: They’re not imprisoning us, Bart. They’re…
[a grey bus labeled “Springfield Prison” pulls up]
Bart: Prison bus, Otto?
Otto: The regular school bus broke down, so take a seat before I blow your heads off!
Otto: Oh, sorry. This bus and I have sort of a Shining thing going on.
Your teacher took your phone? Mine took my legs.