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"
