Kwik-e-Mart Official: I'm sorry, Apu, but I have no choice. You will no longer wear this namepatch. (rips namepatch off Apu's uniform) And you will no longer ask people about our fried pickles. (rips off another patch "ASK ABOUT OUR FRIED PICKLES") Now then, turn in your pricing gun. (Apu does as requested.) And The other one as well too. (Apu reluctantly turns in his spare pricing gun.)
Apu: Oh! Fired. After all of these years of loyal service. I don't want to live anymore! (grabs one of the hotdogs on the roller)
Kwik-e-Mart Official: Give me that weiner!
Apu: I don't want to live, sir!
Kwik-e-Mart Official: Give me that weiner! (Apu and the Kwik-e-Mart official struggle with the spoiled hotdog for a few seconds.) No, Apu, it's not worth it!
Apu: (sobbing, then singing very sadly) Who needs the Kwik-e-Mart? I dooooooo!
Homer: Hey, he's not happy at all! He lied to us through song! I HATE when people do that!