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"
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"
Related:
- Smithers: The man became consumed by greed. He'd steal from anyone
[flashback to part one] Smithers: This isn't a rival... - 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... - Burns: The one who shot me was...[camera pans to Smithers]
Aah
Aah! Waylon Smithers! Smithers: [pained] Noo! Wait... - Troy: Ambassador Henry Mwabwetumba of the Ivory Coast writes
What is the real deal with Mr. Burns' assistant... - Smithers: [chuckles] Perfect. When I give the signal
you transfer the call to Mr. Burns. After she tears... - Smithers: Er, um, there's some candy right here, Sir
[points to a box] Why don't we eat this instead... - Smithers: People like dogs, Mr. Burns.
Burns: Nonsense
Dogs are idiots! Think about it, Smithers. ... - Burns: [looking up from his magazine] Smithers, what's the meaning
of this slacking off
Smithers: Uh, there's a bee in my eye, sir. Burns... - Smithers: [over intercom] Principal Skinner, this is your secretary
There is one last student here to see you. Skinner...
