didn't have those back then, Marge." Homer burns his middle
finger on the lighter. "Ow!! Ohhh..." He holds it out the
side of the car. Unfortunately, there is a female biker next to him.
He looks over and realizes he's flipping her off. "Oh! Sorry."
He laughs nervously.Marge
sticks hers out, trying to explain what happened. "My husband
burnt his finger, see?""Marge!
Not helping!!" He laughs nervously some more. "I really
like your dike--Bike!! I mean bike, not--not that you're--are you?"
The biker backs away and whistles. She calls for a massive mob of
bikers to attack the old car. They start to do so. "Hey this is
Hitler's car! You can't do this!" Lisa shouts, but the bikers
continue to destroy the car. They smash the headlights. "No, not
the headlights!!" They hit Homer in the back of the head. He
hits the steering wheel. The lipstick that he wiped off on the wheel
is now on his upper lip. When he sits back up, the lighter goes
flying in his mouth, burning his tongue. He spits it out.Bart
is enjoying the havoc in the back. "Smash it! Smash it!" He
do you realize that this is the second time you are involved with the
destruction of Hitler's car?" Lisa asks."Yeah,