(Fat Tony's gang shoot a jar of mustard on the Police table) Wiggum: Hah! The joke's on you, we borrowed that jar from your table, so you just shot you're own mustard! Legs: Ah nuts!
Lovejoy: Nice to see you Homer! Homer: Yeah outta my way whoever you are, you're blocking the food! Ralph: You're 'it! Burns: We'll see about that, after him Smithers! Ralph: Aaah! You're not it! Bart: Gentlemen, the game is capture the flag! Rod, ladies pick first! Rod: Okay! Milhouse: Oh! Oh! Oh! Bart! Bart! Bart! Over here! Over here! Bart: Uuum..... I'll take... Nelson Milhouse: Saving the best for last, huh Bart? Bart: Yeah, that must be it. Bart: Okay dad, they've got our flag guarded pretty good Homer: I agree, lets surrender! Bart: No, wait! I have a plan, but I'll need your underpants! Homer: Hmm, alright, but don't lose them! They're my only pair! Homer: Ahe Ahem! Apu: Oh what will it be Mr. Simpson? You're usual bucket of ice cream, covered with minature pies? Homer: (Sees the sigh, GYM) Gyme, what's a Gyme? (enters) Oh! A Gyme! Marge: Homer, stop insulting us and eat your filth... food, i mean food! Brad: Yo! Yo! Rainier my man! How you doin? I thought you'll be here pumpin those guns! Neil: We've come up with a killer promotion for Powersauce bars. Picture this... You... Rainier: I love it! Bart: Dad, wait! You're not risking your life just to impress me are you? Homer: Well... yeah Bart: Cool! Now get going, chop chop! Announcer: This Powersauce newsbreak is brought to you buy Powersauce: Get sauced with Powersauce! Brad: Wake up Homer, those Powersauce bars are just junk! They're made of Apple cores and Chinese newspapers! Homer: Hey! Deng Xiaoping died!
