Wiggum: Wait a minute. If the second old geezer got shot, how come
nobody reported it?
[at the old folks home, they pound on door 26]
[Jasper answers]
Wiggum: Uh, hi. Um...can we take a look at your leg?
Jasper: [pulling off his prosthesis] That's real spruce. You like it?
Smithers: [seeing the bullet lodged in the leg] Thank God! Sir, I only
hope you can forgive me for shooting your wooden leg.
Jasper: You shot who in the what, now?
Wiggum: OK, Smithers, you're free to go. And you...one question. Do
you know who shot Mr. Burns? 'Cause we are _really_ up the
creek on this one, heh heh.
-- It can't hurt to ask, "Who Shot Mr. Burns? Part Two"
nobody reported it?
[at the old folks home, they pound on door 26]
[Jasper answers]
Wiggum: Uh, hi. Um...can we take a look at your leg?
Jasper: [pulling off his prosthesis] That's real spruce. You like it?
Smithers: [seeing the bullet lodged in the leg] Thank God! Sir, I only
hope you can forgive me for shooting your wooden leg.
Jasper: You shot who in the what, now?
Wiggum: OK, Smithers, you're free to go. And you...one question. Do
you know who shot Mr. Burns? 'Cause we are _really_ up the
creek on this one, heh heh.
-- It can't hurt to ask, "Who Shot Mr. Burns? Part Two"
Related:
- Selma: Mr. Burns has been shot.
Wiggum: Just a minute!
This isn't Mr. Burns at all! It's a mask! ... - Burns: The one who shot me was...[camera pans to Smithers]
Aah!
Aah! Waylon Smithers! Smithers: [pained] Noo! Wait... - Wiggum: We need two cups of coffee, and two orders of bite-sized
breakfast pancakes.
With extra dipping sauce. Kid: Please pull up to... - Wiggum: Here is a photo of the fugitive from our files.
[holds up picture of Homer in "Haig in '88" T-shirt]... - 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... - Lisa: My name is Lisa Simpson and I made a chart of all the suspects
in the Burns case.
Look! [holds up a card] Mr. Burns hurt all... - Lisa: Hey! Chief Wiggum, what are you doing? What's going on?
Wiggum: I'm sorry, kid, we got Simpson DNA on Burns'... - 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: Er, um, there's some candy right here, Sir.
[points to a box] Why don't we eat this instead...
