Bob: Aah, For The Days When Aviation Was A Gentleman's Pursuit -- Back Before Every Joe Sweatsock Could Wedge Himself Behind A Lunch Tray And Jet Off To Raleigh-Durham.

Bart: [gasps] Sideshow Bob! [everyone gasps and screams] Bob
[on TV] Hello, Springfield. Sorry to divert your attention from all the big noises and shiny things....
Bart: I...should have known you were too smart to fall for that.
Bob: Really? What type of smart? Book smart? Because there are a lot of people who are book smart but it takes a special type of genius to -- Wiggum...
Lisa: High-toned voice...Bart, that's it! I know where Sideshow Bob is hiding!
[they start running] When Bob broadcast that message, his voice was higher then normal....
Soldier: Ooh, sorry. We don't normally drive these in the Air Force.
Wiggum: [cuffing Bob] Got ya, ha ha, you...TV-hating mutant!...
Guard: Stamp your hand for reentry. [the crowd runs past in a panic] Ba
Hey! Cool! I want to be around when those guns start going off....
Bob: Well, at least I'll have my revenge! Bart: Bob, no!
Lisa: Don't you see? That would be taking the easy way out....
Bob: [reading from the bomb casing] "Best before November 1959.
Dammit, Bob. There were plenty of brand new bombs, but you had to go for that retro 50s charm....
Tour guide: At this point in time, I would like to direct your attention to the particular air vehicle next to which I am currently standing.
The Harrier Jet is one of our more dollar- intensive ordnance delivery vectors....
Bob: [high-pitched] All Springfield trembles before the might of Sideshow Bob!
Blasted helium! Shoo...shoo...shoo. [normal voice] Ha ha, that's better!...