Burns: A non-profit organization with oil...I won't allow it!
[camera pulls back to show Burns with his feet up on a tandem
exercise bike and Smithers pedaling]
An oil well doesn't belong in the hands of Betsy Bleedingheart
and Maynard G. Muskievote!
Smithers: [panting] Sir, have you had [pant] enough...[pant] exercise
for this morning?
Burns: [getting up] No. Let's go another twenty miles.
Smithers: [groaning] Oh...
[Burns begins playing pinball in another room]
-- Ever since he was a young boy...,
"Who Shot Mr. Burns? Part One"
[camera pulls back to show Burns with his feet up on a tandem
exercise bike and Smithers pedaling]
An oil well doesn't belong in the hands of Betsy Bleedingheart
and Maynard G. Muskievote!
Smithers: [panting] Sir, have you had [pant] enough...[pant] exercise
for this morning?
Burns: [getting up] No. Let's go another twenty miles.
Smithers: [groaning] Oh...
[Burns begins playing pinball in another room]
-- Ever since he was a young boy...,
"Who Shot Mr. Burns? Part One"
Related:
- Burns: [menacing] I want that oil well. I've got a monopoly to
maintain
I own the electric company, and the water works --... - Burns: Ah, soon that mighty apparatus will burst forth with its
precious fluid
Almost sexual, isn't it, Smithers? Smithers: [not impressed]... - Burns: Now, before we adjourn, gentlemen, I have one last matter of
utmost importance
I need to send this parcel with the profit... - Smithers: Oh...could I have shot Mr. Burns in a drunken rage
No, no, not me. I know in my heart I --... - Mel: Mr. Burns was shot Friday at three p.m., the very time that
Smithers was at home watching "Pardon My Zinger
So you see, he couldn't have done it. Smithers... - Burns: The one who shot me was...[camera pans to Smithers]
Aah
Aah! Waylon Smithers! Smithers: [pained] Noo! Wait... - Smithers: Uck. My mouth tastes like an ashtray.
[burps up a mouthful of cigarette butts]
[opens bathroom door
sees someone in the shower] [opens glass... - Smithers: [chuckles] Perfect. When I give the signal
you transfer the call to Mr. Burns. After she tears... - Bart: You twisted old monster!
[runs at him
Burns pulls back his lapel and shows a gun] Burns...
