Quimby: I propose that I use what's left of the town treasury to move
to a more prosperous town and run for mayor. And, er, once
elected, I will send for the rest of you.
Lisa: Excuse me, Mr. Mayor --
Quimby: The chair recognizes the little chick with the gleam of hope
in her eyes.
Lisa: This piggy bank contains fifteen dollars I've saved from my
allowance. It isn't much, but I would like to help.
Quimby: Aw, just what I need to tip the skycaps.
-- The Mayor distinguishes himself, "$pringfield"