Pearly: All right, Bart, now you've had your little joke. Now, just go on over there and tell the Sheriff who I really am, and then we'll both walk outta here and we be good friends.
Bart: What about my $5,000?
Pearly: Well, uh, only five hundred left. Sheriff's got that.
Bart: Tsk-tsk-tsk. You have been a bad boy.
Pearly: I promise you, once I'm out of here, I'll-I'll cheat day and night for you, pay you back. Boy, I tell you these prison bars have a very depressin' effect on my nervous system.