Brodka: Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Simpson? This is detective Don Brodka from
Try-N-Save security. That's right, Don Brodka. Your son Bart
has been caught shoplifting. Uh huh. Yeah, it's a shame, I
know, but...well, _try_ and have a merry Christmas.
[hangs up] They weren't home, uh huh. But I left a message on
their answering machine, that's right.
Bart: Um, OK. I've really, really, _really_ learned my lesson. Can I
please go now?
Brodka: Yeah, get out of my sight.
[Bart starts to run away]
Hey, kid: one more thing. If you _ever_ set foot in this store
again, you'll be spending Christmas in juvenile hall. Capisce?
[Bart looks blank]
Well, do you understand?
Bart: Everything except "capisce".
-- He's weak in the romance languages,
"Marge Be Not Proud"
Try-N-Save security. That's right, Don Brodka. Your son Bart
has been caught shoplifting. Uh huh. Yeah, it's a shame, I
know, but...well, _try_ and have a merry Christmas.
[hangs up] They weren't home, uh huh. But I left a message on
their answering machine, that's right.
Bart: Um, OK. I've really, really, _really_ learned my lesson. Can I
please go now?
Brodka: Yeah, get out of my sight.
[Bart starts to run away]
Hey, kid: one more thing. If you _ever_ set foot in this store
again, you'll be spending Christmas in juvenile hall. Capisce?
[Bart looks blank]
Well, do you understand?
Bart: Everything except "capisce".
-- He's weak in the romance languages,
"Marge Be Not Proud"
Related:
- Marge: Uh oh, almost forgot to lock the doors.
[the locks slam down like a jail cell door closing]
Bart:
[groaning] Ohh... [the seat back turns into... - Brodka: [pounding the TV off] All right, show's over.
Bart: Er, excuse me? Brodka: You think you're pretty... - Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - Bart: I'm outside. I got away with it. I'm free!
[a hand falls on his shoulder]
Brodka:
Son, would you open your coat, please? Bart: Uh.... - Brodka: I thought I told you, don't return for busted merchandise!
Homer: What are you doing to my son? Brodka: I'm afraid... - Bart: [sleepy] Hello?
Bruno: Right! I'm calling all the way from Squatter's Crog,
Australia and I want to speak to, er, Dr. Bart... - Marge: Homer, didn't you get any milk? All I see is egg nog.
Homer: 'Tis the season, Marge! We only get thirty... - Bart: Mr. Burns, I don't want to seem ungrateful, but I want to
go home to my family.
Burns: [sighs] I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell... - Bart: OK! I won't bug Milhouse. But...well...Mrs.
Van Houten, this is going to sound kind of...
