Marge: Cheer up, Homie.
Homer: I just feel terrible about getting Mr. Smithers fired. That job
was all he had. Imagine how _you'd_ feel Marge if you got fired
from the... those... things that... you do.
Bart: Quick Mom, whip up a cake before Dad fires ya!
-- She can still take back her job at Mr. Burger,
"Homer the Smithers"
Homer: I just feel terrible about getting Mr. Smithers fired. That job
was all he had. Imagine how _you'd_ feel Marge if you got fired
from the... those... things that... you do.
Bart: Quick Mom, whip up a cake before Dad fires ya!
-- She can still take back her job at Mr. Burger,
"Homer the Smithers"
Related:
- Burns: The one who shot me was...[camera pans to Smithers]
Aah!
Aah! Waylon Smithers! Smithers: [pained] Noo! Wait... - Smithers: [chuckles] Perfect. When I give the signal,
you transfer the call to Mr. Burns. After she tears... - Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - Lisa: They don't like being broken up.
Marge: We've got to be realistic,
kids. Who's going to have a big enough heart... - Troy: Ambassador Henry Mwabwetumba of the Ivory Coast writes,
"What is the real deal with Mr. Burns' assistant... - Marge: Are you all right, Homer?
Homer: I'm fine,
I'm just thinking. Marge: I've been thinking, too... - Smithers: Oh my God! I knew I shouldn't have left..
Burns: Ah, welcome back Smithers. Say, do you know... - Smithers: [over P.A.] Attention Homer Simpson. Attention Homer
Simpson.
Homer: [still dozing at his post] Smithers: Wake... - Marge: Mmm, I hope you kept the Homey-fires burning.
[Homer snores] Homer... Homer: Huh? Marge: Homer...
From the same category:
- Lisa: [crying] That is so sad.
Homer: Oh, come on, honey.
You know how it turns out. After all, you wouldn't... - Kent: We now take you to the [lottery] drawing, live.
I hope you've got <your> tickets. I've got... - Now it's time to say goodbye.
Please get off my property until next year.
I suggest you don't dawdle, the hounds will be released... - Hutz: Mr. Simpson, I was just going through your garbage,
and I couldn't help overhearing that you need... - Bart: [into walkie talkie] Milhouse...Milhouse!
_Now_ what do I do?
[pounding on outside door gets louder] I got...
