Abe: Hey, the lamp's running away!
Bart: That's my dog, man!
Abe: So long, lamp. Now stop loafing and help your Grampa unpack.
[Bart pulls out a cigar box and opens the top]
Bart: [seeing a gun] Wow!
Abe: That's my old Smith and Wesson. If you're gonna play with it, be
careful, 'cause its loaded.
Marge: [walking in] Aah! Bart, put that down! Guns are very dangerous
and I won't have them in this house.
[takes it away]
Abe: How can you have a house without a gun? What if a bear came
through that door?
Marge: I'm going to bury it in the yard where little hands can't get to
it. [walks out]
Abe: Geesh! You should have fired into the air. She would have run
-- Abe, ever practical, "Who Shot Mr. Burns? Part One"