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Lisa: He's getting away! [gets covered by the blimp] Hapablap
Oh...not the Harrier! We've got a war tomorrow. Bob...
Guard: They're gone! Hapablap: Hell...not the Wright Brothers plane!
The Smithsonian's gonna have my ass on a platter....
Bart: Dad! Help! Marge: [screams] Ahh! Homer: Hang on, Boy!
Daddy's coming to save you! [rolls over the tire trap and blows all the tires] D'oh!...
Bob: Aah, for the days when aviation was a gentleman's pursuit -- back before every Joe Sweatsock could wedge himself behind a lunch tray and jet off to Raleigh-Durham.
Bart: [spitting] A...
Intercom: Prepare to engage enemy. [the jets speed past] Bogey's air speed not sufficient for intercept.
Suggest we get out and walk. -- The air force guys in hot pu...
Homer: Now you Boy! Bart: [scared] Oh. [plane approaches cops standing on their cars] You can't escape Bob.
If the tennis rackets don't get you, the pool skimmers will. Bob...
Krusty: Kids...Itchy and Scratchy can't be here today.
But instead, we've got the next best thing!...
Krusty: What is the freaking holdup? Bob: Die, Krusty, Die!
-- Slow-motion kamikaze, "Sideshow Bob's Last Gleaming...
Soldier: Ooh, sorry. We don't normally drive these in the Air Force.
Wiggum: [cuffing Bob] Got ya, ha ha, you...TV-hating mutant!...
Grampa: Hey everybody, I'm gonna haul ass to Lollapalooza!
Family: Here we go again! -- More PowerBook Puke, "Sideshow Bob's Last Gleaming...

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