Lisa: Mom! Mom! You've gotta help: they're cooking kids in the
Marge: Listen, kids: you're eight and ten years old now. I can't be
fighting all your battles for you.
Bart: But Mom --
Marge: No buts! You march right back to that school, look them
straight in the eye, and say "Don't eat me"!
Bart+Lisa: [disappointed] OK.
-- A new twist on an old saying, "Treehouse of Horror V"