[Chief Wiggum drives up and gets out of the car with
Ralph]
Wiggum: Excuse me? Mr. Farmer Man? I promised my son he could
tip over his first cow, and I -- [notices sign] tomacco?
Homer: Yes, it's the latest craze. Try some, won't you? [offers
a free sample]
Wiggum: Go ahead, Ralphie. The stranger is offering you a treat.
Ralph: [takes a bite of a tomacco, but spits it out] Oh, Daddy,
this tastes like grandma.
Wiggum: [takes a bite, and likewise spits] Holy Moses, it *does*
taste like grandma!
Ralph: I want more.
Wiggum: Yeah, me too. We'll take a bushel or a pack or just --
just give it to me. [takes a bushel basket of tomacco
from Homer, and gives him a wad of cash]
Homer: [giggles evilly]
Marge: Can I interest you in a mincemeat pie? They're very --
Wiggum: Does it have tomacco in it?
Marge: No. But I use only the --
Wiggum: Thanks. [walks off]