Hutz: Mr. Mayor, is it true you rigged the election?
Bob: No, I did not.
Hutz: [pause] Kids, help.
[the judge shrugs]
Bob: Oh, I don't mind. We want these children to feel justice has been
served. That way they can sleep soundly tonight on their hard,
feculent motel pillows.
-- I'd have preferred the term, "Unsoft, somewhat rotten
motel head rests", "Sideshow Bob Roberts"
Bob: No, I did not.
Hutz: [pause] Kids, help.
[the judge shrugs]
Bob: Oh, I don't mind. We want these children to feel justice has been
served. That way they can sleep soundly tonight on their hard,
feculent motel pillows.
-- I'd have preferred the term, "Unsoft, somewhat rotten
motel head rests", "Sideshow Bob Roberts"
Related:
- Bob: Only _I_ could have executed such a masterpiece of electoral
fraud.
And I have the records to prove it! Here, just look... - Bob: Hello, children. [with malice] Hello, Bart.
Bart:
Eep. Bob: Young friends, my opponent, Joe Quimby... - Bob: Enough! Lies, lies, lies! I did it! I did it all!
[everyone gasps] There. Bart: We want the truth... - Bob: Well Bart, Lisa...here I am.
Lisa: I have a plan.
I think we can trap him. [they walk up; Lisa... - Bart: Lis! Lis, come here, I found him! I found Edgar Neubauer.
[points at a tombstone: "Edgar Neubauer: Beloved husband... - Kent: And the results are in. For Sideshow Bob, 100%,
for Joe Quimby, 1%. And we remind you there... - Man: [carrying large stack of paper] Here you go: the results of last
month's mayor election.
All 48000 voters and who each one of them voted... - Quimby: Very well. If that is the way the winds are blowing,
let no one say I don't also blow. [dials phone]... - Burns: Hail, brothers. Coranon Silaria, Ozoo Mahoke.
[everyone answers "Mahoke"] Now, then, gentlemen...
