Man! Rusty old hunk of junk! Howdy, Bart.
Hot enough for ya? Shut up, Flanders.
Hey, Dad, how come we can't get a decent mower, like the Flanders have? Just be happy with what you've got, son.
Don't try to keep up with the Flanders'.
Whoa! How do you like my new wheels, Simpson? Oh, wow, man! What an RV! Bart! Uh, I suppose it has, uh, various features.
Oh, it's got everything-- microwave, dish washer, big screen TV, deep fryer and, oh, see up there on the roof? - A satellite dish! - Yes, indeedly-doodly.
But, uh, how can you afford something like this, Ned? I get your mail once in a while, and you make only $27 a week more than I do.
Oh, it's simple, Simpson.
Credit.
Ooh, credit! Hmm! Mmm! Oh! Ah! Thank you, God.
May I help you? We're just browsing.
Thank you.
I'd like to see your finest RV.
Do you have something that's better than the Land Behemoth? Yes we do.
That would be the Ultimate Behemoth.
- Where is it? - You are standing in its presence.
- Behold! - Oh, wow! Would you look at this thing? Man built this.
It's a vehicle.
Does it have its own satellite dish, sir? You can tell your son it has its own satellite.
The Van Star One, launched last February, just for this thing, that's all.
- Whoa, man! - I'm not sure that we can afford-- - Does it have a deep fryer? - It has four of them-- one for each part of the chicken.
I don't think we can afford this.
Let's worry about that later.
Come on.
Let's take a tour.
Want to? Come on - Ay, caramba.
- This is better than our house.
Wait till Flanders gets a load of this.
Seems so expensive.
Hey! - How much is it? - Oh.
You're a man of your convict-- You just wanted to ask that and blurted it out, didn't ya? - Yeah.
How much is it? - Well, first of all, I want you to know I like your face.
- You do? - I really do.
I'm not saying that.
I mean it.
You got color in there.
- You're not Roman, are you? - No! Look like a god, sort of.
Why don't we step into the credit office, Zeus? Hey, your dad's gonna just go in here, work it out and you'll, you'll drive home in this! I'm not gonna quote you a price till I check your credit rating.
And let me-- I want to make myself clear on this.
This is a formality.
If you're saying to me, " Bob, is this guy good for it?" I say,"Yes.
" I don't check this machine, but I don't own the place, even though my name's up there.
Long story, but that doesn't matter.
I'm gonna have to run it through the computer.
Is that a good siren? Am I approved? You ever known a siren to be good? No, Mr.
Simpson, it's not.
It's a bad siren.
That's the computer in case I went blind, telling me, "Sell the vehicle to this fella, and you're out of business.
" - That's what the siren says.
- Oh.
Seems the Ultimate Behemoth is a wee bit out of your price range.
And "weebit" is me bein' polite.
You couldn't afford this thing if you lived to be a million.
Don't you have something that isn't out of my price range? I don't wanna go away empty-handed, Bob.