God bless that saintly doughball. That's it, I'm giving Springfield's crossing guards an actual budget. Not for self-serving political reasons, but because I'm a man of people who wants to do good in the world.
Hey, I have friends in this neighborhood. There's the guy whose lawn I used as a shortcut, the guy whose mailbox crashed into our car, and Mrs. Bad Halloween candy.
BHBad Halloween candy lady
If my candy is so bad, why do you take so much of it?
So you want me to talk about Persephone Odair? That's easy. She was a brilliant entrepreneur who wanted to save the world. How I wish that was her only shortcoming.
I'm sorry for the imbroglio, but if the chef de cuisine insists on calling it Taco Tuesdays, he can't very well serve flautas and expect us not to make a fuss.
Well, I knew if I killed enough people in the most gruesome possible ways, they'd send me to your prison. But to get into your cell, I had a little help.
[The security guard is revealed to be Maggie Simpson]
[scene shows Lisa killing her victims] Professor Lisa had no idea she was my accomplice. [scene changes back to the present] But she's gone now. She was my last victim. Or rather, [takes a knife, grinning menacingly] second to last.
The penultimate! [Bob steps onto a rake and it whacks him. He grumbles.]
[Lisa turns on the gramophone. He is an Englishman from H.M.S Pinafore begins to play and Lisa dances along with it, until turning her attention back to Bob. She menacingly approaches Bob with a knife. Scene goes outside the cell, as Lisa kills Bob, while Maggie chills next to the cell door.]