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- [Bart prank calls Moe's Tavern]
- Moe: Moe's Tavern.
- Bart: Is Oliver there?
- Moe: Who?
- Bart: Oliver Klozoff.
- Moe: Hold on. I'll check. Oliver Klozoff! Call for Oliver Klozoff!
- [Bart and Lisa bust out in laughter. Marge picks up the phone]
- Moe: Listen, you nosey bum. If I ever get a hold of you, I swear I'll cut your belly open!
- Marge: Goodness! Must be a crossed wire.
- [Marge picks up the phone again and dials the babysitting service]
- Receptionist: Rubber Baby Buggie Bumper Babysitting Service.
- Marge: This is Marge Simpson, I'd like a babysitter for the evening.
- Receptionist: Wait a minute. The Simpsons?
- [Looks over at a bulletin board with Bart, Lisa and Maggie, with the words "NO! NO! NO!" on it.]
- Receptionist: Lady you've got to be kidding!
- [Receptionist slams the phone and continues writing, phone rings seconds later]
- Receptionist: Rubber baby buggie bumper babysitting service.
- Homer: Hello, this is Mr. Ssssamson.
- Receptionist: Did your wife just call a second ago?
- Homer: No, I said Samson, not Simpson.
- Receptionist: Thank God! Those Simpsons, what a bunch of savages! Especially that big ape father.
- Homer: [angrily] D'oh! Actually the Simpsons are neighbors of ours and we found them to be a quite misunderstood and underrated family.
- Moe: Phone call for Al. Al Caholic. Is there an Al Caholic here?
- [Marge and Homer finish watching Homer’s interview about the "Baby-sitter Bandit" on the news.]
- Homer: Lord, help me. I'm just not that bright.
- Marge: Oh, Homer, don't say that. The way I see it, if you raise three children who can knock out and hogtie a perfect stranger, you must be doing something right.
