[Bart and Homer run into each other]
Bart: Pardon me, sir. Forgive my clumsiness.
Homer: Not at all.
Bart: [chuckles, holding Homer's wallet]
Homer: [chuckles, holding Bart's slingshot]
Bart: [on phone] Uh, yes. My name is Homer Simpson, and I'd like to
order an Itchy and Scratchy cel...my credit card? Uh, do you
accept a Federal Breast Inspector's card? License to Ogle?
Vysa?...Oh, yes, of course. That's what I meant, _Visa_. It's
these new dentures.
-- Dentures paid for on Vysa, no doubt,
"Lady Bouvier's Lover"
