Lisa: [yawning] What's going on outside?
Marge: Oh it's just a mob war. Go back to sleep, honey.
[the "little guy" is tossed through the kitchen window]
Man: [wiping glass from his suit and bowing] Forgive-a-ness, please!
[runs out the backdoor to return to the fight]
-- Bless that Yakuza,
"The Twisted World of Marge Simpson"