Smithers: [chuckles] Perfect. When I give the signal, you transfer the
call to Mr. Burns. After she tears into him I'll rush in and
save the day.
Homer: Got it.
[pushes Speaker] I'm transfering a call in to you, Mr. Burns.
Burns: [on intercom] No problemo!
Homer: [hesitating between the four buttons] Uh... Ooh... Uh...
[pushes Disconnect]
[hearing the dial tone] Oh oh.
Burns: [from his office] Ahoy-hoy? Hoy?
Homer: [in falsetto] Hello Mr. Burns? This is your mother.
Smithers: [whispering] No...
Burns: Urg... Oh, hello mater. Um... sorry about pulling the plug on
you and all, uh... who could've known you'll pull through
and... live... for another 5 decades? Ohh, is my face red!
Smithers: [to Homer] Mrs. Burns is 122 years old, so try to sound more
dessicated. And she doesn't call her son "Mr. Burns"!
Homer: [cracking falsetto] Son, this is Mrs. Burns. I just called to
say I don't love you. You are a bad son Montel...
Burns: [behind him] So...
Homer: [screams]
Burns: Impersonate my mother, will you? And you Smithers, you must
have put him up to it. I'm glad I fired you.
Homer: Ya really blew it this time, Smithers.
-- I didn't do it, "Homer the Smithers"
call to Mr. Burns. After she tears into him I'll rush in and
save the day.
Homer: Got it.
[pushes Speaker] I'm transfering a call in to you, Mr. Burns.
Burns: [on intercom] No problemo!
Homer: [hesitating between the four buttons] Uh... Ooh... Uh...
[pushes Disconnect]
[hearing the dial tone] Oh oh.
Burns: [from his office] Ahoy-hoy? Hoy?
Homer: [in falsetto] Hello Mr. Burns? This is your mother.
Smithers: [whispering] No...
Burns: Urg... Oh, hello mater. Um... sorry about pulling the plug on
you and all, uh... who could've known you'll pull through
and... live... for another 5 decades? Ohh, is my face red!
Smithers: [to Homer] Mrs. Burns is 122 years old, so try to sound more
dessicated. And she doesn't call her son "Mr. Burns"!
Homer: [cracking falsetto] Son, this is Mrs. Burns. I just called to
say I don't love you. You are a bad son Montel...
Burns: [behind him] So...
Homer: [screams]
Burns: Impersonate my mother, will you? And you Smithers, you must
have put him up to it. I'm glad I fired you.
Homer: Ya really blew it this time, Smithers.
-- I didn't do it, "Homer the Smithers"
Related:
- Burns: Ahoy-hoy?
Homer: [speaking through a kazoo] Hello,
Mr. Burns. This is the kidnapper. Do you miss... - Homer: [out of breath] Here's your package, Mr. Burns.
Burns: [sputters] My name is the return address, you... - 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... - Homer: [yelling from his window] Uh, Mr. Smithers? I don't
understand 2,700 of my new duties.
Smithers: Well, the van's leaving; which one duty is... - 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... - Burns: [groaning] Ohh! I need some more ether. I can still feel the
movement of the emory board.
Smithers: [checks bottle] We're fresh out, Sir. I'll... - Smithers: [answering] Montgomery Burns' office. Oh,
hello Mrs. Burns. I'll see if your son is available... - Burns: {Hello Lenny...Carl...Guillermo. Hello, um,
uh, er...} {[Homer waves his nametag back... - Burns: {I don't remember writing a check for bowling.}
Smithers:
{Uh, Sir, that's a check for your _boweling_.} Burns...
