Smithers: Are you sure you want to go through with this, Sir? You _do_
have a very full wardrobe as it is.
Burns: Yes...but not completely full. For you see...
[singing] Some men hunt for sport, others hunt for food,
The only thing I'm hunting for is an outfit that looks good.
[to the tune of "Be Our Guest"]
See my vest, see my vest, made from real gorilla chest,
Feel this sweater, there's no better than authentic Irish
Setter.
See this hat? 'Twas my cat. My evening wear? Vampire bat.
These white slippers are albino African endangered rhino.
Grizzly bear underwear; turtles' necks, I've got my share.
Beret of poodle on my noodle it shall rest;
Try my red robin suit, it comes one breast or two,
See my vest, see my vest, see my vest!
[with hat and cane]
Like my loafers? Former gophers! It was that or skin my
chauffers,
But a greyhound fur tuxedo would be best.
So let's prepare these dogs --
Woman: Kill two for matching clogs!
Burns: See my vest, see my vest, oh please, won't you see my vest?
[spoken] I really like the vest.
Smithers: I gathered, yeah.
-- Disney, schmisney, "Two Dozen & One Greyhounds"
