Bart: Mom, what if there's a really bad crummy guy who's going to jail
but I know he's innocent?
Marge: Well, Bart, your uncle Arthur used to have a saying: "Shoot 'em
all and let God sort 'em out." Unfortunately, one day put his
theory into practice. It took 75 federal marshalls to bring him
down. Now let's never speak of him again.
[hums as she dusts]
Bart: Mom. ...Mom. ...Mom!
Marge: Huh?
Bart: What if I can get this guy off the hook? Should -- should I do
it?
Marge: Honey, you should listen to your heart, and not the voices in
your head like a certain uncle did one grey December morn.
[hums some more]
-- Simpson family skeletons, "The Boy Who Knew Too Much"
Bart: Milhouse...do you ever worry that your mom might stop loving
you?
Milhouse: What? I'm more worried about pirhanas. Did you see that
movie where they send a nuclear submarine to fight the
pirhanas, and one of them swims right down the periscope and
bites the guy in the eye, and he goes, "Aah!...