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• Hapablap: What in the world according to Garp -- ? Those are my dress towels.
  [tries the locked door] Who's in my private washroom?...
• Guard: They're gone! Hapablap: Hell...not the Wright Brothers plane!
  The Smithsonian's gonna have my ass on a platter....
• 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...
• Marge: Do they have to play that rock music? Every note is pounding into my skull!
  [the central part of the speaker shoots through her hair] Hapablap...
• Lisa: He's getting away! [gets covered by the blimp] Hapablap
  Oh...not the Harrier! We've got a war tomorrow. Bob...
• 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: There. That's the last condom wrapper. [a jet flies by, blowing all the neatly piled trash away] Oh, I renew my objection to this pointless endeavor!
  Informally now and by affidavit later. Time permitting....
• Bob: Ahh, Westminster Abbey. Edward the Confessor himself could not have done better.
  Now to set the clocks to Greenwich Mean Time....
• Hapablap: You know what really frosts my Kelvinator?
  That friutcup's probably still laughing at us from his damn hidey-hole....