Bart: You know, Gramma really likes it when her boyfriends are nice to
me...she 'specially likes it when they give me money.
Burns: Run along, Pee Wee. Baby gets nothing!
Bart: Very well. You leave me no choice. This gun is filled with
ketchup, this one with mustard. Now gimme three hundred fifty
bucks or you're going to be a mess for your date.
Burns: [ominous] You don't have the guts.
[they stare each other down; Bart squirts him]
Burns: Eww! Here, take your money, take it! [Bart drops a gun] Ooh,
now the tables have turned, haven't they?
Jackie: [coming down stairs] Monty, I'm ready! [sees Burns, gasps]
[Bart runs off]
-- Bad second impressions, "Lady Bouvier's Lover"