Child: Unky Moe?
Moe: [trying hard for control] Whaaat...is it, sweetheart?
Child: My sodie is too cold. My teef hurt!
Moe: [mock sympathy] Oh, your "teef" hurt, huh? Your "teef" hurt?
Well that's too freaking bad! You hear me? I'll tell you where
you can put your freaking sodie too!
[everyone gasps]
[Maude covers Todd's ears]
Todd: Ow, my freaking ears!
Maude: [gasps] Oh, let's go, dear.
Ned: Well, I expect that type of language at Denny's, but not here!
[everyone leaves en masse]
Moe: Aw, come on, folks. Wait, please come back! Please, I got a new
offer: whenever Uncle Moe threatens you, you get a free steak...
fish.
-- No one takes the, er, bait, "Bart Sells His Soul"
