Lisa: . . . Wow! Holy shit, Hats!
Hats: We . . . won?
Lisa: You won, Hats!
BroDawg's Father: Don't celebrate yet, you bitch! You can bet your fake titties we'll be appealing this! This isn't over by a long shot!
Lisa: Oh please! Bitter much, Mr. BroDawg-Daddy? You've got nothing! Give it up before you end up paying even more!
BroDawg's Father: Never! You bitches!! I'll get my god damned money back from you if it's the last thing I d--
BroDawg's Father: --ahkhh! AARRGHHH!
Lisa: Whoa! Shit! Are you okay?
BroDawg's Father: I'm fiAAAAAAAHHHHHRRRRRRRR!!
He collapses
Lisa: Shit! Get an EMT!! Someone call 911!!