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• Kent: On the line with us now is plant owner C. Montgomery Burns.
  Mr. Burns? Burns: Oh, hello, Kent. [as loud rhythmic buzzing continues in the background] Right now, skilled nuclear energy technicians are calmly correcting a minor, piffling malfunction....
• 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: Who is that lavatory linksman, Smithers? Smithe
  Homer Simpson, sir. One of the fork and spoon operators from sector 7-G....
• Announcer: Coming up next, our feature race: the Nuclear Power Plant Championship.
  Plant plant! Burns: Ah, at last. Smithers, fetch the bi-oculars....
• Burns: Now, before we adjourn, gentlemen, I have one last matter of utmost importance.
  I need to send this parcel with the profit projections to Pete Porter in Pasadena....
• Burns: Imagine it, Smithers: electrical lights and heaters running all day long!
  Smithers: But Sir! Every plant and tree will die, owls will deafen us with incessant hooting....
• 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. Smithe...
• Burns: Now, I insist that you take a vacation, just as soon as a temporary substitute can be found.
  [leads Smithers to the door and closes it] [from behind the door] Sheesh....
• Agent 2: I'm still not sure how he caused the meltdown.
  There wasn't any nuclear material in the truck!...