Larry: Well, uh... sheesh... uh... I'm a little nervous here. What I'm
trying to say is, I'm...
Burns: You're what? Selling light bulbs? Worried about the whales?
Keen on Jesus? Out with it!
Larry: Well, Mr. Burns, I'm your son.
[Burns is shocked]
Larry: Oh, and I stepped on one of your peacocks. You got a paper
-- "Burns, Baby Burns"