♪ Some, they may go for cocaine.
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrifically, too.
Yet I get a kick out of you. ♪

Uh-oh, Bart. I think Mongo here's taken a liking to you.

No.

I like rape.

Where the white women at?

What?

And now, for my next impression… Jesse Owens.

We're not sure. Are we… black?

Men, you are about to embark on a great crusade to stamp out runaway decency in the west. Now you men will only be risking your lives, whilst I will be risking an almost certain Academy Award nomination for Best Supporting Actor.

Hey, where the Pokemon at?

Badges? We don't need no stinking badges.

What in the Wide World of Sports is a-going on here?

Excuse me while I whip this out.

Hey, where are the white women at?

Well, it got so that every piss-ant prairie punk who thought he could shoot a gun would ride into town to try out the Waco Kid. I must have killed more men than Cecil B. DeMille.

No, thank you. Fifteen is my limit on schnitzengruben.

Well, it got so that every piss-ant prairie punk who thought he could
shoot a gun would ride into town to try out the Waco Kid. I must have
killed more men than Cecil B. DeMille.