Rafferty: Your third wish is to be for a potato farm. We'll-we'll work it together - all three of us.
Rafferty: Oh, it'll be a bit hard on ya - in the beginning - with all that digging. But in a little while your hands will cease to bleed and bruise, and-and-and you'll learn to love the art of farming.
Bart: Bleed and bruise!?
Rafferty: Oh, but it's to be worth it, because at night you'll have Katy to come home to. No more a that foolish roistering in-in-in saloons and-and gambling halls.
Bart: Mr. Rafferty, I like to roister.
Rafferty: Oh, I-I wouldn't let Katy hear you say that, if I were you. You know once, she took two strong men who'd had a drop too much to drink and clapped their heads together l-like cymbals. Both parties have worn a pledge button ever since.