Holliday: Gather 'round, folks.
Bart (voiceover): It was like shooting big fish in a small barrel. Overnight, Gold Brick Trading Stamps became a mania. It was like gold fever, people couldn't wait to bring us their hard-earned money so they could get stamps and trade them in for premiums a junkman wouldn't touch.
Townsman: There, Sheriff, they-they stopped me, took my rifle and all the money in the house and then they run off with my horse.
Wife: Oh, never mind that. They took three books of my Gold Brick Stamps, three books! Well, don't just stand there, go find them!