“Oh nookie in the stacks.Figures you're the type to have that fantasy, grad school and all.”

“The stress of grad school can drive anyone temporarily mad.”

“Oh, Homer! You don't have to play dumb anymore! You're not at school now.”

“Maybe you're not his type." Michael said"Oh, now you're just being insulting.”

“Hey, Meg," she said without preamble. I need you to write a letter of recommendation for me. I'm applying for grad school."Meghann screamed into the phone. "Oh, my God! I'm so proud of you. I'm hanging up now; I have to draft a letter that makes my best friend sound like da Vinci in a bra and panties.”

“Oh, God. God, isn't that perfect? He's Dad. He's Dad with a layer of nerd. Solid, steady, chipping away so patiently, you don't even know you've had your shields hacked down until you're defenseless. It's the type." "You're not in love with a type, you're in love with a man," Penny corrected. "Or you're not.”