- Father: [sigh] Oh well. At least we still have his little brother
George.
George... - Burns: Oh, it's you. The bedpan's under my pillow.
Smithers: [hesitantly] Who's Bobo, sir?
Burns: Bobo?... - Burns: That man who's getting all those laughs, Smithers.
..who is he?
Smithers: Homer Simpson, sir, one of the carbon blobs from sector 7-G,
but I don't think --
Bu... - Marge: What are you doing?
Homer: I'm writing a delicious send-up of Mr.
Burns for his birthday
party. Is "poopoo" one word or two?... - Marge: I don't think it's a good idea to humiliate your boss on his
birthday.
Lisa: Actually, Mom, a tweaking of Mr.... - Homer: "Now I'm not saying Mr. Burns is incontinent" --
Ba
Incontinent. [laughs] Too rich!
Lisa: Does either of you know what "incontinent" means?... - Marge: Come on, everybody, it's time to go.
Home
OK, stupid.
Marge: Homer, you've got to stop insulting everyone, especially your
boss!... - Guard: {Hey!}
{[President Bush grunts]}
{No one-termers.
[tosses him out]}
Carter: {You too, huh? Hey, I know a good yogurt place.... - Smithers: Here are several fine young men who I'm sure are gonna go far.
Ladies and gentlemen, the Ramones!
Bu... - Burns: [toward the Ramones] Have the Rolling Stones killed.
Smithers: Sir, those aren't --
Burns: Do as I say!
-- The perils of being Smithers, "Rosebud...
|
|
|
