Mrs. Burns: [on phone] Whot?
Smithers: Hello, Mrs. Burns? This is Waylon Smithers. I have your son
Montgomery on the line...
Mrs. Burns: That improvident lackwit? Always too busy stridin' about
his atom mill to call his own mother. I'll give him
what-fors 'till he cries brassafrax!
-- We finally know where he gets it from,
"Homer the Smithers"
Smithers: Hello, Mrs. Burns? This is Waylon Smithers. I have your son
Montgomery on the line...
Mrs. Burns: That improvident lackwit? Always too busy stridin' about
his atom mill to call his own mother. I'll give him
what-fors 'till he cries brassafrax!
-- We finally know where he gets it from,
"Homer the Smithers"
Related:
- Smithers: [chuckles] Perfect. When I give the signal,
you transfer the call to Mr. Burns. After she tears... - Troy: Ambassador Henry Mwabwetumba of the Ivory Coast writes,
"What is the real deal with Mr. Burns' assistant... - Smithers: [answering] Montgomery Burns' office. Oh,
hello Mrs. Burns. I'll see if your son is available... - Kent: On the line with us now is plant owner C. Montgomery Burns.
Mr. Burns? Burns: Oh, hello, Kent. [as loud... - Burns: The one who shot me was...[camera pans to Smithers]
Aah!
Aah! Waylon Smithers! Smithers: [pained] Noo! Wait... - Burns: [grabbing paper] "Memorandum to Mrs. Bouvier,
re: Delineation of Romantic Intentions" ... - Burns: Who is that lavatory linksman, Smithers?
Smithers:
Homer Simpson, sir. One of the fork and spoon operators... - Deprogrammer: Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, your son has clearly been
brainwashed by the evil and charismatic Mr.
Burns. Marge: Are you sure you can get him back... - Burns: Look at that man, he has the crowd in the palm of his hand.
I haven't seen anything like it since Jolson...
From the same category:
- Mrs. Simpson, I don't like to toot my own horn, but we're the only
day-care in town that is not currently under investigation by the state
-
Ms. Sinclair, administrator of the Ayn Rand School... - Marge: No. Pretzel Wagon's no longer... 300 pretzels?
Wait! Wait! Let me get this down. Mm-hmm.... - Careful, men. He wets his pants.
-- Smithers' instructions to security,
"Stark Raving... - Marge: Goodness, what's wrong?
Bart: We both had nightmares.
Lisa: Can we sleep with you? Homer: You both toilet... - Lisa: [weepy] Thank you, Bart. I promise I won't make fun of you later
for this.
Homer: [sniffs] Show 'em what American butts are made...
