Burns: That's it. Fumble about with your widgets and do-bobs.

Burns: That's it. Fumble about with your widgets and do-bobs. It
will all be a monument to futility when my plan comes to
fruition.
[looks through binoculars at his own drilling site: "Burns
Construction Co. Building a better tomorrow...for him"]
Smithers: Sir...[sighs] What I am about to say violates every
sycophantic urge in my body, but I wish you would reconsider.
This isn't a rival company your battling with: it's a school.
People won't stand for it.
Burns: Pish posh, it will be like taking candy from a baby.
[sees a baby with some candy through the binoculars] Say,
that sounds like a larf. Let's try it right now.
-- A regular laff riot, "Who Shot Mr. Burns? Part One"