Wiggum: Excuse me? Mr. Farmer Man? I promised my son he could tip over his first cow, and I -- [notices sign] tomacco?
Homer: Yes, it's the latest craze. Try some, won't you? [offers a free sample]
Wiggum: Go ahead, Ralphie. The stranger is offering you a treat.
Ralph: [takes a bite of a tomacco, but spits it out] Oh, Daddy, this tastes like grandma.
Wiggum: [takes a bite, and likewise spits] Holy Moses, it *does* taste like grandma!
Ralph: I want more.
Wiggum: Yeah, me too. We'll take a bushel or a pack or just -- just give it to me. [takes a bushel basket of tomacco
from Homer, and gives him a wad of cash]
Homer: [giggles evilly]
- dave 12-12-2003 12:50 am [add a comment]