Bart: Hey punk, give us that shiny gold thing you got on you.

Picard: My communicator? But I need that.

Vince: Give it up or we'll smash your head in.

Picard: Perhaps we can talk about this boys.  Perhaps we can come to an agreement.

Bart: Agree to my fists you old, scrawny bitch!

Picard: Wait! What about cash?

Bart: We're listening.

Picard: Now, why would you want this gold?  You couldn't spend it; you couldn't do much with it at all in fact.

Bart: Get to the part about the cash freak or we're going to tear your kidneys out of your nostrils.

Picard: You see, I can just get to an ATM machine and get some cash for you instead... liquid assets you know?

Vince: Grrrr.

Bart: Argh... you idiot.  ATM already means "Automatic Teller Machine." To say "ATM Machine" is redundant... and redundancy is my pet peeve!

Picard: Mffff... help...

Bart: Now give us the gold, or you die!

Bart: You are really trying my patience, but go on and keep struggling.  I could do this all day long.  It's not like there's anyone out there to stop me.

to be continued...