Burns: Musicians, Cease That Infernal Tootling! [they Do] Smithe
Burns: Musicians, cease that infernal tootling! [they do]
Smithers: [hands Burns a card]
Burns: Thank you all.
Smithers: [hands another card]
Burns: Ah... For coming.
-- "There's No Disgrace Like Home"
Homer: Ah, afternoon Mr. Burns! Burns: Hello there.
.. uh... uh... Homer: [whispers to Smithers] Simpson, Homer....
Smithers: Mr. Burns, are you ready? Burns: Yes. Smithe
Are you set? Burns: Yes. Smithers: [whispers] Go, Mr....
Smithers: [on mike] Testing, testing for Mr. Burns.
[to Burns] Here you go, sir, I've warmed up the crowd for you....
Smithers: [feeding him] Here comes the endangered condor into the power lines.
.. I've got Bobo hot from the dryer. Careful not to burn yourself on his eye....
Burns: Ugh, I've never seen such an obvious attempt to curry my favor.
Smithers: Fabulous observation sir, just fabulous. -- "There's No Disgrace Like Home...
Burns: Oh please please, don't fight. Just go out back and have a good time.
[to Smithers] Fire that man Smithers, I don't want him, or his unpleasant family to ruin my picnic....
Burns: A non-profit organization with oil...I won't allow it!
[camera pulls back to show Burns with his feet up on a tandem exercise bike and Smithers pedaling] An oil well doesn't belong in the hands of Betsy Bleedingheart and Maynard G....
Smithers: Permission to speak frankly, sir? Bu
Permission granted. Smithers: Well, you are quite wealthy, ....
Burns: [spraying the monitors with disinfectant] They're all covered with filthy germs, aren't they Smithers?
Smithers: Why, what do you mean, sir? [The germs on Smithers' face grow in size before Burns' eyes] Germ...