Martin: Behold, the power plant of the future, today!
Burns: Yuchh. Too cold and sterile. Where's the heart?
Martin: But it really generates power. It, it's lighting this room
right now. [turns a knob, dimming the auditorium lights]
Burns: You lose -- get off my property.
-- A hard man to impress, "Homer's Enemy"
Burns: Yuchh. Too cold and sterile. Where's the heart?
Martin: But it really generates power. It, it's lighting this room
right now. [turns a knob, dimming the auditorium lights]
Burns: You lose -- get off my property.
-- A hard man to impress, "Homer's Enemy"
Related:
- a "window" shows Homer's heart, beating fast]
Burns:
Relax, Simpson. I just brought you in here for a friendly... - Grimes: Oh, I, I can't stand it any longer. This whole plant is
insane.
Insane, I tell you! [snaps mentally] Daahh! Aaah... - Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - Marge: Homer, you didn't tell me Mr. Burns went broke and lost
the nuclear power plant!
Homer: Now I can't remember every little thing that... - Bart: Mr. Burns, I don't want to seem ungrateful, but I want to
go home to my family.
Burns: [sighs] I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell... - Burns: What in blue-blazes do you think you're doing,
Simpson? Homer: What do you mean, sir? Burns: [showing... - Kent: On the line with us now is plant owner C. Montgomery Burns.
Mr. Burns? Burns: Oh, hello, Kent. [as loud... - Burns: Now, before we adjourn, gentlemen, I have one last matter of
utmost importance.
I need to send this parcel with the profit... - 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...
From the same category:
- Lou: Uh, Chief, what about those coleslaw punks?
Wiggum:
Well, I... I can't be everywhere at once, Lou, now... - Ned: I'm talking about your, heh heh, potty-mouth.
Homer: What the hell are you talking about? -- "Bart... - Smithers: The man became consumed by greed. He'd steal from anyone!
[flashback to part one] Smithers: This isn't a rival... - Bart: Dad, aren't you coming?
Homer: No!
Marge: Now,
don't pout. Homer: I'm not pouting. <You> are!... - Edna: How do you expect us to teach with these supplies?
Well, this pointer's so old, it's worn down...
