Marge: What were you like as a boy, Mr. Burns?
Did you have a dog that you loved?
Burns: Well... Daah! There's something on my leg. [waves his leg]
Get it off! Get it off! [Maggie is clutching his leg] Ugh!
Marge: [takes Maggie, holds her up] Mr. Burns, she's just a baby.
Maggie: [suck suck suck]
Burns: [still scared] Ooh!
-- Trying to find Mr. Burns' `inner beauty',
"Brush with Greatness"