But
wait. You can't kill me for being Krusty. I'm not him. I'm Homer
Simpson.
The
same Homer Simpson who crashed his car through the wall of our club?
Uh
... actually my name is Barney. Yeah. Barney Gumble.
Mobster 1: The same Barney Gumble who
keeps taking pictures of my sister?
Uh,
actually my real name is uh, think Krusty, think, Joe Valachi.
Mobster 2: The same Joe Valachi who
squealed to the Senate Committee about organized crime?
Benedict
Arnold!
Mobster 1: The same Benedict Arnold
who plotted to surrender West Point to the hated British?
D'oh!
Marge, you being a cop makes you the man! Which makes
me the woman - and I have no interest in that, besides occasionally wearing the underwear,
which, as we discussed, is strictly a comfort thing.
I've figured out the boy's punishment. First:
he's grounded. No leaving the house, not even for school. Second: no
eggnog. In fact, no nog, period. And third, absolutely no stealing for three
months.
God bless those pagans!
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No, I
will not pay you five hundred dollars for sex!!
Aw,
come on Marge! You're getting something in return! And I'm getting a bowling team.
It's win-win!
It's
sick! And i don't have that kind of money to spend n sex! Maybe you could get someone with
money to sponsor your team. Like Mr. Burns.
Pfft.
Burns never gives money to anybody. Just last week, I asked him for fifteen hundred
dollars.
For
what?
Oh,
I've got to get the third degree from you, too?
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