The Simpsons1989

Lisa:
Bart, just get out of here.

Bart Simpson:
Hey, you get out out. It's a free country.

Lisa:
That doesn't make any sense.

Bart Simpson:
I know you are, but what am I?

Lisa:
Get out, get out!

Bart Simpson:
All right. But on my way, I'm going to be doing this...

[windmills his arms]

Bart Simpson:
If you get hit, it's your own fault.

Lisa:
Okay, then I'm going to start kicking air, like this...

[kicks up her foot]

Lisa:
And if any part of you should fill that air...

[kicks up her other foot]

Lisa:
It's *your* own fault.

[They shut their eyes and move toward each other, grunting as they flail or kick. Cut to downstairs in the kitchen, where Marge and Homer are. Their grunts soon turn to yells of pain, and sounds of fighting]