Krusty: I won't be coming back, kids. I got a sweet life here. The
sea air is cleaning my lungs. The sun is toasting my pale skin
a healthy brown, and most important, I learned that I don't
need money to be happy. All that high living just distracted
me from my true calling in life: salvaging sunken barges for
scrap iron. Sorry, kids, there's nothing left for me on dry
land anymore.
Bart: But, Krusty, what about all the kids who depend on you to
brighten up their afternoon. Are you gonna turn your back on
them?
Krusty: Yes!
-- Good answer, "Bart the Fink"
