Bob: Ahh, Westminster Abbey. Edward the Confessor himself could
not have done better. Now to set the clocks to Greenwich
Mean Time.
[laughing erupts from the nearby room, disrupting Sideshow
Bob and causing the model to crumble]
[gasps] My dear abbey!
[Bob runs to the next room where other prisoners are
watching Krusty on TV and laughing uproariously]
Krusty: [on TV] This is the way we mop the floor, mop the floor --
Bob: Oh, must you bray night and day at that infernal
television?
Prisoner #1: Oh, look who's talking.
Prisoner #2: Yeah, Bob...You used to be on this show.
Bob: Don't remind me. My foolish capering destroyed more young
minds then syphilis and pinball combined. Ooh, how I
loathe that box. As omnidirectional sludge pump droning
and burping...
Prisoner #3: [looking like Rupert Murdoch] Look here, that's enough now!
I own 60% of that network --
[Attempts to strangle Sideshow Bob.]
Wiggum: All right, break it up, boys. It's time for work detail.
[the prisoners file out for work]
Prisoner #3: [to Bob] I suppose you don't like tabloid newspapers
either!
-- The corner of the trash market,
"Sideshow Bob's Last Gleaming"
