Hey, quit saying bad stuff about my town, man!
SShelby
Why don't you make me?
I don't make trash, I burn it.
SShelby
Then I guess you're a garbage man.
I know you are, but what am I?
I know you are, but what am I?
I know you are, but what am I?
Okay, piglet, start squealing. Where'd you get the lemons for this lemonade?
BBoy
Uh...this is Country Time lemonade mix. There's never been anything close to a lemon in it, I swear!
BBrother
Hey, nobody hassles my little brother.
Hey! And no one manhandles the bosom chum of Nelson Muntz! Spring forth, burly protector, and save me!
[After several seconds, Nelson slowly emerges out of hiding from a tree]
Aww, geez. I never hang out with him, normally.
[Nelson casually tosses the bully to the side, to the delight of Martin]
[skips around Nelson] Hark to the tale of Nelson...
And the boy he loved so dear...
[Nelson takes a swing at Martin, but misses]
They remain the best of friends for years and years and years.
Aw, a car impound lot: the impenetrable fortress of suburbia!
We'll never get the tree back now.
Keep your voices down, boys; we didn't come this far to get found out.
FOUND 'EM! YOU KIDS ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE, RUNNING FROM HOME LIKE THAT!
They stole our lemon tree!