I'm afraid we lost them, sir.

Damn it! [throws the binoculars at the dome, but it bounces back and hits him in the face] Ow! Well, then you find 'em, and you get 'em back in the dome! And to make sure nobody else gets out, I want roving death squads around the perimeter 24-7! I want 10,000 tough guys, and I want 10,000 soft guys to make the tough guys look tougher! And here's how I want them arranged: tough, tough, soft, tough, soft, soft, tough, tough, soft, soft, tough, soft!

[Pause]

Sir, I'm afraid you've gone mad with power.

Of course I have. You ever tried going mad without power? It's boring, no one listens to you.

Bart, are you drinking whiskey?

I'm troubled.

Bart!

I promise, I'll stop tomorrow.

You'll stop right now! You come back here, little man! [Bart drinks a bottle and runs around the room]

I miss Flanders. There, I've said it.

Where's your father?

He went out. Let's quickly rebuild our lives while he's gone.