Bart and Ralph are playing in the old Jail
Bart: Woah, mama, the electric chair! [sniffs] Smell that, Ralph? That's
the smell of justice.
Ralph: Smells like hot dogs.
Later, they are watching tv, Quimby appears in the jail.
Ralph: Hey, there's our play chair!
Quimby: To demonstrate what you're in for, I will now strap myself into
this electric chair, which was deactivated over thirty years ago,
and, I can only assume, still is.
Bart: Uh oh, we didn't reset the safety switch.
Ralph: He's going to smell like hot dogs!