Marge: So Mother Simpson, where did your newfound sense of
irresponsibility take you?
Grandma: I soon found people who shared my views at the state college.
[shot of hippies demonstrating]
Crowd: [chanting] Anthrax, gangrene, swimmer's ear! Get your germ lab
out of here!
[Grandma joins the crowd in their chant]
Grandma: [voice over] How could I _not_ become a radical when we were
fighting a force of pure evil?
Crowd: Hey, hey, Mr. Burns! Enough already with the germs!
Burns: [in a window above] Ho, their flower power is no match for my
glower power! [glowers]
[the crowd disperses]
Wiggum: [below, guarding the doors] Well that's some nice glowering,
Mr. B.
-- Some things never change, "Mother Simpson"
