Earl Weaver: It's a bomb!
Ghost of Paul Revere: Guy, it's a freaking light.
Earl Weaver: Guy, it's a motherfucking, cocksucking bomb!
Ghost of Paul Revere: It's a freaking light!
Earl Weaver: Bomb!
Ghost of Paul Revere: Light!
Earl Weaver: Bomb!
Ghost of Paul Revere: Light!
Earl Weaver: Bomb!
Ghost of Paul Revere: Light!
Earl Weaver: Bomb!
Ghost of Paul Revere: Light!
Earl Weaver: Bomb!
Ghost of Paul Revere: Light!
Cast of Hairspray: It's a bomb!
Earl Weaver: Will you shut the fuck up? You stupid, shit-eating cast of the musical Hairspray, bunch of faggot motherfuckers!
Ghost of Paul Revere: Look, seriously? It's just a light.
Earl Weaver: No. You look, seriously. It's a fucking bomb!
Ghost of Paul Revere: Oh, my freaking God! It's a bomb!
Cast of Hairspray: It's a bomb!
Ghost of Paul Revere: Get the freak out of here, dude! Hey, hey, Sox rule!
Master Shake: Bomb, light. Whatever. It's just a hoax.
Frylock: Shake, a hoax is a humorous or malicious deception. And this is clearly not that.
Master Shake: I don't care! You can't make us leave!
[Cut to town]
Master Shake: Damn it! They made us leave.