Sometimes a little something that I write refers to a Simpsons gag. This is after the robots at Itchy and Scratchy Land had run amok a la Jurassic Park (expect instead of dinosaurs, uh, robots):

Professor Frink: Man, if this is happening here, I'd hate to think of what's happening in Euro Itchy and Scratchy Land, n-hey.
[shot of empty parking lot in said park]
Booth man: [French accent] Hello? Itchy and Scratchy Land open for business. Who are you to resist it, huh? Come on. My last paycheck bounced. My children need wine.