[Bob Terwilliger is a hard man to please. Really, he is. He's at least justified in saying that this is a situation that would please absolutely nobody, and he's very clear on letting everybody know this. Especially when he manages to stumble out into the town.]
A...a tourist trap. Oh, how revolting. The great Sideshow Bob, condemned to spend his days in what is the cultural equivalent of a vomited-up New Jersey boardwalk!
[He mumbles under his breath, grumbling to himself.]
They couldn't even give me a villa to make up for it.
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[There's a man with oversized feet (and hair) stomping grapes out in the farmer's market, intent on making a very fine wine out of it. He goes about it gracefully, and loudly sings the entire score to the H.M.S. Pinafore, before stomping on a rake that suddenly appears in the barrel of grapes. The rake whacks him in the face, and he loudly grumbles and throws it out.]
Sideshow Bob | The Simpsons
Oh, really now! What is this nonsense?!
[Bob Terwilliger is a hard man to please. Really, he is. He's at least justified in saying that this is a situation that would please absolutely nobody, and he's very clear on letting everybody know this. Especially when he manages to stumble out into the town.]
A...a tourist trap. Oh, how revolting. The great Sideshow Bob, condemned to spend his days in what is the cultural equivalent of a vomited-up New Jersey boardwalk!
[He mumbles under his breath, grumbling to himself.]
They couldn't even give me a villa to make up for it.
b
[There's a man with oversized feet (and hair) stomping grapes out in the farmer's market, intent on making a very fine wine out of it. He goes about it gracefully, and loudly sings the entire score to the H.M.S. Pinafore, before stomping on a rake that suddenly appears in the barrel of grapes. The rake whacks him in the face, and he loudly grumbles and throws it out.]
Why must my life be cursed like this?!