Burns: [looking up from his magazine] Smithers, what's the meaning
of this slacking off?
Smithers: Uh, there's a bee in my eye, sir.
Burns: And?
Smithers: I, I'm allergic to bee stings. They cause me to, uh, die.
Burns: But we're running out of forward momentum.
Smithers: Uh, perhaps you could pedal for just a little while, sir?
Burns: Quite impossible. I could try to bat him off if you like.
[tries, feebly]
Smithers: Uh, really, that's o-- [the bee stings Smithers, who slumps
over the handlebars]
Burns: Holy cats, man! We're starting to wobble.
Smithers: [heavily slurred] Get ... me ... to ... a ... hospital ...
you ... have ... to ... pedal.
Burns: Oh, Tuttle's Sunday trousers. Fear not, I'll get you to a
hospital -- the only way I know how.
Smithers, you infernal ninny, stick your left hoof on that
flange, now! Now, if you can get it through your bug-addled
brain, jam that second mephitic clodhopper of yours on the
right doodad! Now pump those scrawny chicken legs, you
stuporous funker!
-- Burns and Smithers bikercise,
"Twenty-Two Short Films About Springfield"
of this slacking off?
Smithers: Uh, there's a bee in my eye, sir.
Burns: And?
Smithers: I, I'm allergic to bee stings. They cause me to, uh, die.
Burns: But we're running out of forward momentum.
Smithers: Uh, perhaps you could pedal for just a little while, sir?
Burns: Quite impossible. I could try to bat him off if you like.
[tries, feebly]
Smithers: Uh, really, that's o-- [the bee stings Smithers, who slumps
over the handlebars]
Burns: Holy cats, man! We're starting to wobble.
Smithers: [heavily slurred] Get ... me ... to ... a ... hospital ...
you ... have ... to ... pedal.
Burns: Oh, Tuttle's Sunday trousers. Fear not, I'll get you to a
hospital -- the only way I know how.
Smithers, you infernal ninny, stick your left hoof on that
flange, now! Now, if you can get it through your bug-addled
brain, jam that second mephitic clodhopper of yours on the
right doodad! Now pump those scrawny chicken legs, you
stuporous funker!
-- Burns and Smithers bikercise,
"Twenty-Two Short Films About Springfield"
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how come nobody reported it? [at... - Smithers: Er, um, there's some candy right here, Sir.
[points to a box] Why don't we eat this instead... - Burns: {I don't remember writing a check for bowling.}
Smithers:
{Uh, Sir, that's a check for your _boweling_.} Burns... - Burns: The telephone has been ringing for some time.
[severely] Answer it. Homer: [answers] Yello. ... - Burns: Good Lord, Smithers! You look atrocious. I thought I told you to
take a vacation.
Homer: Uh, Smithers already left, sir. I'm his replacement... - 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... - Burns: Smithers, I don't want that unpredictable lunatic working in
my casino.
Smithers: Fine, we'll transfer him to the nuclear plant...
