Answer:
first of all the heck???
Step-by-step explanation:
second of all heres the continues version:
Marge Simpson : How could you do this to someone you love?
Homer Simpson : How could I not? I saw you pouring your heart and soul into this business and getting nowhere, I saw you desperately trying to cram one more salty treat into America's already-bloated snack hole, so I did what I could. I did what any loving husband would do: I reached out to some violent mobsters.
Marge Simpson : Look at them! They've jumped on the one franchise I might have considered thinking about possibly becoming interested in.
Fat Tony : Sorry we're late. Can we have the money now?
Marge Simpson : The answer is no.
Fat Tony : I'm afraid I must insist. You see, my wife, she has been most vocal on the subject of the pretzel monies. "Where is the money?" "When are you going to get the money?" "Why aren't you getting the money now?" And so on.
[moving forward menacingly]
Fat Tony : So please, the money.
Homer Simpson : You heard her. She said no.
Fat Tony : Legs, Louie, advance on them.
Marge Simpson : [Marge's pretzel business is going nowhere]
[Marge despondently looks at a poster of a cat barely hanging to a tree branch]
Marge Simpson : Hang in there, baby. You said it, kitty.
[reads the small print]
Marge Simpson : "Copyright 1968." Hmmm. Determined or not, that cat must be long dead. That's kind of a downer.
Marge Simpson : Are you sure the children will get enough nutrition from these pretzels?
Principal Skinner : [speaking in a stilted, monotone voice] Yes, I am sure.
[pays Marge, revealing a bandage on his hand]
Principal Skinner : Sure as sure can be.
Marge Simpson : Oh my God, what happened to your fingers?
Fat Tony : [mumbling from behind the door] Boating accident.
Principal Skinner : I believe it was a 'boaking' accident.
[a laser sight is pointed at his head, followed by the sound of a hammer cocking into place]
Principal Skinner : I have to go now.
Marge Simpson : Your franchise, how much?
Frank Ormand : $500.
Marge Simpson : I'll take it!
Frank Ormand : Congratulations, and welcome to the dynamic world of mobile pretzel retailing.
Marge Simpson : When can I start? What's my territory?
Frank Ormand : Eh, territory... well... well, let me tell you: wherever a young mother is ignorant of what to feed her baby, you'll be there. Wherever nacho penetration is less than total, you'll be there. Wherever a Bavarian is not quite full, you will be there.
Marge Simpson : Don't forget fat people. They can't stop eating.
Homer Simpson : [spotting the cart] Hey, pretzels!