Edna: Well, Seymour, I guess we could start talking.
Skinner: What's the point? There's no more money, unless you've got
some magic new source of revenue.
Edna: Well, we've _got_ to think something up. They've got us locked
in here like prisoners.
Skinner: Prisoners in our own school...hey!
[they gasp at one another]
-- A plan begins to form, "The PTA Disbands"