Bart: Well, here I am, on my own. And I'm gonna make it, world! (throws his red cap ala Mary Tyler Moore and the ceiling fan destroys it)
Man: (pounding on the wall) Be quiet in there! Some of us are trying to sell drugs!
Homer: (to Bart) Son, I just want you to know, whatever that judge decides, I'm gonna be the best dad I can.
Judge Harm: No judge would send a pre-teen out on his own.
Homer: Woo-Hoo! You're still mine! And you thought I was a bad dad before!
Judge Harm: Except in this case! (Homer pulls his shirt collar nervously and cringes) That boy is about as safe living with you as a crawdad in a gumbo shack. Bart Simpson, I declare you emancipated. Further, I hereby garnish Homer's wages until Bart is fully repaid.
Judge Harm: That means half your paycheck goes to Bart.
Homer: What the...half goes to Bart, half goes to my Vegas wife. What's left for Moe?