Burns: Who is that lavatory linksman, Smithers?
Smithers: Homer Simpson, sir. One of the fork and spoon operators
from sector 7-G.
Burns: Well, he's certainly got a loose waggle. Perhaps I've
finally found a golfer worthy of a match with Monty Burns,
eh?
Smithers: His waggle is no match for yours, sir. I've never seen you
lose a game. Except for that one in '74 when you let
Richard Nixon win. That was very kind of you, sir.
Burns: Oh, he just looked so forlorn, Smithers, with his [imitating
Nixon] "Oh, I can't go to prison, Monty. They'll eat me
alive!"
[Smithers laughs]
I wonder if this Homer Nixon is any relation?
Smithers: Unlikely, sir. They spell and pronounce their names
differently.
Burns: Bah. Schedule a game and I'll ask him myself.
-- I run my plant precisely on "shedule",
"Scenes from the Class Struggle in Springfield"
Smithers: Homer Simpson, sir. One of the fork and spoon operators
from sector 7-G.
Burns: Well, he's certainly got a loose waggle. Perhaps I've
finally found a golfer worthy of a match with Monty Burns,
eh?
Smithers: His waggle is no match for yours, sir. I've never seen you
lose a game. Except for that one in '74 when you let
Richard Nixon win. That was very kind of you, sir.
Burns: Oh, he just looked so forlorn, Smithers, with his [imitating
Nixon] "Oh, I can't go to prison, Monty. They'll eat me
alive!"
[Smithers laughs]
I wonder if this Homer Nixon is any relation?
Smithers: Unlikely, sir. They spell and pronounce their names
differently.
Burns: Bah. Schedule a game and I'll ask him myself.
-- I run my plant precisely on "shedule",
"Scenes from the Class Struggle in Springfield"
Related:
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who is he? Smithers: Homer Simpson, sir, one of the... - Burns: Look at that man, he has the crowd in the palm of his hand.
I haven't seen anything like it since Jolson... - Burns: {I don't remember writing a check for bowling.}
Smithers:
{Uh, Sir, that's a check for your _boweling_.} Burns... - Smithers: Er, um, there's some candy right here, Sir.
[points to a box] Why don't we eat this instead... - 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... - Burns: Smithers, who is this saucy fellow?
Smithers:
Homer Simpson, sir. Sector sieben-Grueber, I mean... - Burns: You should've seen the murderous glint in his eyes,
Smithers. And his breath reeked of beer and pretzeled... - Burns: Smithers, I've been thinking. Is it wrong to cheat to win
a million-dollar bet?
Smithers: Yes, sir. Burns: Let me rephrase that... - Burns: [off camera] Smithers! I want my tea!
Marge:
Doesn't it bother you that he orders you around like...
