Homer: Ah, afternoon Mr. Burns!
Burns: Hello there... uh... uh...
Homer: [whispers to Smithers] Simpson, Homer.
Smithers: [hands an index card to Burns] Here you go, sir.
Burns: Ah! Oh yes... [reads the card] Oh, and this must be your
lovely wife... Marge.
Marge: [smiles]
Burns: Ho ho, look at little... uh... [consults the card] Lisa!
Why, she's growing like a weed. And this must be... uh, Brat!
Brat: [unimpressed] Bart.
Homer: Don't correct the man, Brat!
-- "There's No Disgrace Like Home"
Burns: Hello there... uh... uh...
Homer: [whispers to Smithers] Simpson, Homer.
Smithers: [hands an index card to Burns] Here you go, sir.
Burns: Ah! Oh yes... [reads the card] Oh, and this must be your
lovely wife... Marge.
Marge: [smiles]
Burns: Ho ho, look at little... uh... [consults the card] Lisa!
Why, she's growing like a weed. And this must be... uh, Brat!
Brat: [unimpressed] Bart.
Homer: Don't correct the man, Brat!
-- "There's No Disgrace Like Home"
Related:
- Burns: Ah, well, if it isn't the Simps!
Homer: Uh, it's Simp-son,
sir. Burns: Eh? [refers to the index card] Oh, yes... - Smithers: Er, um, there's some candy right here, Sir.
[points to a box] Why don't we eat this instead... - Burns: Musicians, cease that infernal tootling! [they do]
Smithers:
[hands Burns a card] Burns: Thank you all. Smithers... - Burns: [gasps at his sight] Good Lord, Smithers, you look atrocious.
I thought I told you to take a vacation. Homer... - 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: [chuckles] Perfect. When I give the signal,
you transfer the call to Mr. Burns. After she tears... - Burns: {I don't remember writing a check for bowling.}
Smithers:
{Uh, Sir, that's a check for your _boweling_.} Burns... - Homer: [snores]
Bart: Look alive, Simpson, I'm not paying you to goldbrick.
Homer: [wakes up] Uh... Yes sir. Bart: Now get cracking... - 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:
- Driver: Well, where to now, Romeo?
Homer: Inspiration point.
Driver: Okay, but I'm only paid to drive. -- Homer... - Marge: Mother Simpson, we'd like to ask you a few questions about your
past.
Grandma: Can't reminisce, sleeping. [snores] Bart... - Homer: I can't get the -- [struggles] -- I can't get the door closed.
Somebody's going to have to get out. Lisa: [muffled]... - Ruth: [pointing] Look, you can see our houses.
Marge:
Hmm. There's an awful lot of black smoke coming from... - Homer: I'll get our letter so wet, the ink will run and no one will
be able to read it!
Bart: Yeah, but don't other people have mail in there...
