Marge: That pizza delivery truck has been parked across the street for
two weeks. [looking at a pizza delivery truck conspicuously
equipped with a satellite dish]
[inside the truck, loaded with electronic snooping equipment]
Marge's voice: How long does it take to deliver a pizza?
Man 1: Looks like our cover's blown.
Man 2: Let's roll. [the truck speeds off]
[back in the bedroom]
Homer: See? It was all your imagination.
[another truck pulls into the spot that was vacated. The sign painted
on the side? Flowers
By
Irene]
-- "Bart the Murderer"
