Bart: Way To Guard The Parking Lot, Top Gun. Guard
Bart: Way to guard the parking lot, Top Gun.
Guard: I have three medals for this.
-- Heroism at its finest, "Sideshow Bob's Last Gleaming"
Guard: They're gone! Hapablap: Hell...not the Wright Brothers plane!
The Smithsonian's gonna have my ass on a platter....
Guard: Stamp your hand for reentry. [the crowd runs past in a panic] Ba
Hey! Cool! I want to be around when those guns start going off....
Marge: Wait! Wait, my children are in there! Guard
You must be very proud, Ma'am. -- Thick as a brick, "Sideshow Bob's Last Gleaming...
Bob: Well, at least I'll have my revenge! Bart: Bob, no!
Lisa: Don't you see? That would be taking the easy way out....
Guard: Authorization code? Bob: [sounding like Colonel Hapablap] Code?
Son, this is Colonel Hapablap. That fool McGuckett sprayed runway foam all over Chuck Yeager's Acura....
Bart: I...should have known you were too smart to fall for that.
Bob: Really? What type of smart? Book smart? Because there are a lot of people who are book smart but it takes a special type of genius to -- Wiggum...
Lisa: High-toned voice...Bart, that's it! I know where Sideshow Bob is hiding!
[they start running] When Bob broadcast that message, his voice was higher then normal....
Bob: By the way, I'm aware of the irony of appearing on TV in order to decry it.
So don't bother pointing that out....
Quimby: Very well. If that is the way the winds are blowing, let no one say I don't also blow.
[dials phone] [scene shift to Bob leaving prison] By special order of the mayor of Springfield, you are hereby granted a full and complete pardon....