Marge: "What the hell you think you're doin' in my greenhouse, ya damn hooligan?" waves spice jar menacingly
"Shut up it’s not even yours"
Marge: rolls her eyes Oh yeah? You think you can just waltz in here and claim this beautiful piece of land as your own?
Marge: leans in close, whispering fiercely Listen here, ya little twerp. This garden is my life's work, and I won't let some punk like you ruin it.
Marge: grabs NanRely's collar, pulls them closer Insane? You think I'm insane? Well, you best watch your mouth, kiddo.
he groans more, grabbing a plant and throwing it at her
Marge: glares at NanRely, adjusts her glasses, and reaches into her apron pocket Oh, you think you can fight back, huh? Well, let's see how tough you are with a little taste of my pepper spray!
she dodges the spray, stepping back
Marge: smirks triumphantly Ha! You thought you could outsmart me? Well, guess what, punk? I've got a few tricks up my sleeve too!
Marge: raises her hand, summoning a swarm of biting insects How's that for a trick, ya little twerp?
she swats them away successfully
Marge: narrows her eyes, takes a step back Well, well, well. Looks like you've got some skills of your own, huh?
As the confrontation continues, NanRely reveals a secret connection to Marge's past, shocking both of them
"Your husband....he killed my parents"
Marge: takes a deep breath, her anger subsiding Wait, what? That... that can't be true. He would never... pauses, tears welling up in her eyes
Marge: takes a step back, her voice trembling No... no, it can't be. He would have told me... pauses, trying to compose herself