Bart: [plays with Sergeant Thug's Mountaintop Command Post,

Bart: [plays with Sergeant Thug's Mountaintop Command Post, making plane
and machine gun noises]
Abe: Hey, watch it with that thing! [a missile launches out the
window] My skull is eggshell-thin.
[The missile explodes behind the car]
Bart: Cool!
Lisa: Thanks for buying us these toys, Grampa.
Abe: Ehh, why didn't you get something useful, like storm windows, or a
nice pipe organ? I'm thirsty! Ew, what smells like mustard?
There're sure a lot of ugly people in your neighborhood. Oh!
Look at that one.
[Homer turns into the driveway; everyone jumps out except Abe]
Ow, my glaucoma just got worse. The president is a Demmycrat.
[Everyone rushes into the house]
Hello? I can't unbuckle my seat belt. Hello? [honks horn
repeatedly]
-- The challenge of aged parents,
"Lisa vs. Malibu Stacy"