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"
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"
Related:
- Marge: Well, I'm just relieved that Homer's safe and that you've
recovered and that we can all get back to normal.
If Maggie could talk I'm sure she'd apologize... - Burns: Sir, we've never met before, but my name is Mr.
Burns and I want your daughter to help make me rich... - Burns: Well, I'm off to get paintings; as they say,
time is "Monets". As you were, Sergeant. [laughs]... - Lisa: [on phone] Oh no, that's awful, Mr. Puente. What?
Oh, he owns the nuclear power plant. Yeah,... - Burns: Thanks for not making fun of my genitalia.
Marge:
[sotto voce] I thought I did. -- On Marge's portrait... - Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - Bart: [whining] Mom, my slingshot doesn't fit in these pockets.
And these shorts leave nothing to the imagination.... - Smithers: Er, um, there's some candy right here, Sir.
[points to a box] Why don't we eat this instead... - Marge: Homer, the guest should get the last pork chop.
Homer: But I'm still hungry! [under the table...
