Bart: (sleeping in his bed, gets bombarded by a barrage of spitwads, wakes up, sees that Lisa was the one firing them) "Ay, caramba!" Lisa: "Bart, I need you to help me win the election!" Bart: "I can help, but it's gonna get rough." Lisa: "I'm fine with rough!" Bart: "You don't know what 'rough' is!" (Lisa slaps him on the right cheek) "That's ain't rough!" (Lisa slaps him on the left cheek) "More like a gentle breeze." (Lisa punches him in the face) "Maggie hits harder." (Lisa kicks him in the face) "Did the good-night pixie just kiss my cheek?" (Lisa slighshots a yo-yo at his face) "OW! Okay, you got my attention. You wanna win this election, then from now on, you do exactly what I say." Lisa: "You got it!" Bart: "First, go make me five pans of brownies." Lisa: "You're just taking advantage of the situation!" Bart: "Hm. Maybe Isabel likes baking." Lisa: "Cakey or gooey?" (Bart looks at her silently) "I'll make both!"