Burns: You should've seen the murderous glint in his eyes, Smithers.
And his breath reeked of beer and pretzeled bread.
Smithers: I'm so sorry, Mr. Burns. This was all my fault.
Burns: Don't concern yourself. If things had turned ugly, I always
had my mace.
Smithers: Don't let me off the hook that easily, sir. I failed you and
I'll never forgive myself.
[bangs his head on the steering wheel] Never, never, never...
[Burns rolls up the window between himself and Smithers]
[muffled] Never, never, never...
[phone ringing]
[on phone] Never, never, never!
-- Loyal and persistent, "Homer the Smithers"
And his breath reeked of beer and pretzeled bread.
Smithers: I'm so sorry, Mr. Burns. This was all my fault.
Burns: Don't concern yourself. If things had turned ugly, I always
had my mace.
Smithers: Don't let me off the hook that easily, sir. I failed you and
I'll never forgive myself.
[bangs his head on the steering wheel] Never, never, never...
[Burns rolls up the window between himself and Smithers]
[muffled] Never, never, never...
[phone ringing]
[on phone] Never, never, never!
-- Loyal and persistent, "Homer the Smithers"
Related:
- Burns: Who is that lavatory linksman, Smithers?
Smithers:
Homer Simpson, sir. One of the fork and spoon operators... - Homer: It's Mr. Smithers, he's calling for you.
Smithers:
[on a beach] How's everything going there, sir? Well... - Burns takes the puppies out of a bath]
Burns: There you are.
there you go, little fellow...and you. [one... - Burns: Smithers, do you realize if I had died, there would be no one
to carry on my legacy.
Due to my hectic schedule and lethargic sperm... - Homer: I'm really sorry I hit you Mr. Burns. Here, let me put some salt
on that eye.
Burns: [frightened] No, please, I can't bear another... - Smithers: Mr. Burns can't stand talking to his mother.
He never forgave her for having that affair with... - Burns: I was never one to back away from a snowball fight!
Smithers, you may fire at will! Smithers: Certainly... - Lisa: Stop! Don't shoot my Dad. He's innocent. He wouldn't hurt a
fly!
[they open the door] Burns: [being strangled and shaken]... - Burns: Oh, it's you. The bedpan's under my pillow.
Smithers: [hesitantly] Who's Bobo, sir? Burns: Bobo...
