Hapablap: Bob is not here. We have searched every square inch of this base and all we have found is porno,

Hapablap: Bob is not here. We have searched every square inch of this
base and all we have found is porno, porno, porno!
Quimby: We have only twenty minutes left. Send in the esteemed
representatives of television.
[Kent Brockman, Chesperito, Krusty and two others file in]
[Krusty sees the magazines on the table]
Krusty: Hey, hey! Now this is my kind of meeting!
Quimby: Gentlemen, it's time we face up to the un-face-up-to-able. We
must sacrifice television in order to save the lives of our
townspeople.
Krusty: Whoa! Whoa-ho-ho! Let's not go nuts. Would it _really_ be
worth living in a world without television? I think the
survivors would envy the dead!
[pause]
Quimby: I appreciate your passion on behalf of your medium. But I'm
afraid we are out of options. Television must go. May God
have mercy on our souls...
-- Prayer to a vengeful God,
"Sideshow Bob's Last Gleaming"