[Homer answers the door to Ned Flanders]
Homer, I've got a Fozzie of a bear of a problem! See, Maude and her mother were visiting Tyre and Sidon, the twin cities of the Holy Land. Well, they must have kneeled in the wrong place, and prayed to the wrong god, because, well, they're being held prisoner by militants of some sort!
Militants, huh? Well, if I were you, I'd kick their asses.
Well, any whodilly-doodle, the embassy says it's a routine hostage-taking, but I have to drive to Capitol City and fill out forms to get them out. Could you possibly watch the kids tonight?
Oh, gee, I'd really love to wanna help you, Flanders, but, uh... Marge was... taken prisoner in the....Holy Land, and, uh...
[tugging at Homer's hand] I'll do it! I'll babysit!
Well, I dunno, Lisa. You're awfully young, and the boys can be a handful. Todd's been pinching everyone lately!
But I'm smart and responsible and my parents will be right next door!
Well, whaddya say, Homer? Can Lisa babysit my kids?
Eh, I'll have to ask her. [slams the door]
[When Homer drives through the waterfront at the Squidport grand opening]
I love these pedestrian malls. There's practically no traffic.
Homer, I think you should stop. The mayor's yelling at us.
[shouts] Stop! You idiots!
[Lisa drags Bart upstairs to put him to bed]
Why do you have to make this so hard?
I'm using nonviolent resistance.
Ugh! The idea that you would compare yourself to Mahatma Gandhi...
[sees Bart eating a bread] I thought I told you to go to bed.
Yeah right, bread. You said go to bread.
[clenched her teeth] I said, go to bed!
Oh, bed. Oh! Anything you say sis. [leaves the table]
[Lisa twitches her eye, growling, later, Lisa checks on Bart, he is not in his room, Lisa finds Bart jumping on Homer and Marge's bed]
You didn't say which bed!
I'll make you! [lunges after him, Bart leaps off Homer and Marge's bed]
If you want me, you gotta catch me! [Lisa lunges at him, he leaps backwards] Almost. [Lisa leaps into the floor] Oh, so close.
Bart! [lunges at Bart, until Bart accidentally falls down the stairs, seriously injured himself along the way]
Son of a- [crashes at the bottom and lays motionless]
[sees Bart injured] Okay, we'll call it even if I can just have some of that big sandwich. Oh. [nervous chuckle] I'll come back. [leaves]
[Lisa gasps in horror]
