Maj. Burns: What Kind Of Idiot Do You Think I Am? Cpl.
Maj. Burns: What kind of idiot do you think I am?
Cpl. O'Reily: You'd know that better than me, sir.
-- M*A*S*H, television program
Homer: Wow, you sure know how to cheat, Mr. Burns. Bu
Yes, well, I'm older than you. Burns: You know, Simpson, you're not as objectionable as you seemed when we first met....
Burns: What do you think, Smithers? Smithers: I think women and sea-men don't mix.
Burns: We *know* what you think! -- "Treehouse of Horror III...
One evening Mr. Rudolph Block, of New York, found himself seated at dinner alongside Mr.
Percival Pollard, the distinguished critic. "Mr. Pollard," said he, "my book, "The Biography of a Dead Cow", is published anonymously, but you can hardly be ignorant of its authorship....
I don't know, what do you think?
Barney: Whoa! You mean, you were one of the original Little Rascals?
Moe: Yeah. Homer: Which one were you? The ugly one?...
Burns: So, what did you do this weekend, Smithers?
Smithers: Well, I caught up on my laundry, wrote a letter to my mother, oh, here a kicker, and I took Hercules out to be clipped....
I watch television because you don't know what it will do if you leave it in the room alone.
Burns: Is it supposed to take this long? What's a good time for a mass evacuation of the entire plant?
Smithers: Forty five seconds. Burns: And what's our time so far?...
Burns: You! That troublemaking girl! Lisa: My name is Lisa, Mr.
Burns. Lisa Simpson. Burns: It doesn't matter what your name is, you idiot!...