Bart: So, Mr. Itchy, you think you're God's gift to women, do you?
Lisa: Don't do it, Bart.
[Bart pulls a stink bomb from his "Li'l Bastard Traveling Kit"
and slingshots it straight into Itchy's mouth]
Itchy: [choking] I just wanted to entertain!
Bart: [laughs] Can you believe I keep getting away with this...officer?
[a uniformed man puts a hand on his shoulder]
-- They'll be asking _you_ the questions soon,
"Itchy and Scratchy Land"