Friday: Freeze. FBI: the jig is up.
Abe: All right, I admit it: I am the Lindbergh baby. Waah! Waah!
Goo goo. I miss my fly-fly dada.
Friday: Are you trying to stall us, or are you just senile?
Abe: A little from column A, a little from column B.
Smithers: [panting] Sir! She's gone.
[Burns groans]
[in a remote location in the Springfield badlands]
Grandma: We made it, Homer!
Homer: It's all thanks to our anonymous tipster.
[into the phone] But who are you? And why did you tip us
off?
Wiggum: [on phone] Well, it's 'cause of your old lady that I got rid
of my asthma that was keeping me out of the academy.
Homer: Thanks.
Wiggum: Sure. Just think of me as an anonymous friend who rose
through the ranks of the Springfield police to become Chief
Clancy Wig --
Homer: [hanging up] Yak, yak, yak, yak, yak!
-- Impatience is a virtue, "Mother Simpson"
