That voice...[groans] I knew that commercial was a trick, specifically designed to lure our family here, and Wes Doobner's World Famous Family Style Rib Huts is actually an anagram!
WDWes Doobner
Welcome to "Sideshow Bob's World Famous Family Style Return!" [rearranges the letters, then tears off his cowboy hat, wig and false moustache to reveal his true identity as Sideshow Bob]
Let's not tarry. As Shakespeare said, "If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere best it were done quickly." Power on! [He turns on the laptop and laughs maniacally.] This time, I've made no mistakes. [leaves]
[re-entering] I shall! [He takes the laptop.] Come on, Wikipedia, load, you unwieldy behemoth! [The laptop explodes.] Oh, dear, Sideshow Bob, "Hoist on his own petard".
Oh, how he accuses me, at my very own trial! I can take no more! I...I...I didn't want to use this, but you've left me no choice! [take out Nitroglycerin]
CWChief Wiggim
Nitroglycerin?! Everybody panic! [people in the courtroom scream and scurry in terror]
America has a tradition of turning outlaws into legends after their deaths: Billy the Kid, Bonnie and Clyde, Jesus Christ. Joining them now is Robert "Sideshow Bob" Terwilliger, whose funeral we're presenting with live shovel-to-shovel coverage.
Biologically, yes, but we never got along. He was always zigging when I zagged. That Summer, when he wanted to tour the castles of Italy, I wanted to tour the castles of France. So we went to Spain, a compromise that satisfied no one.
Oh you'd love it. It's a guessing game where one player adopts the guise of a noteworthy....[looks at Bart's bored face.] You're right, it is boring. But the only way to find true happiness is to make your peace with Bob.
