Burns: Who is that bookworm, Smithers?
Smithers: Homer Simpson, sir.
Burns: Simpson, eh? How very strange.
His job description clearly specifies an illiterate!
-- Why is Homer reading on the job? "Mr. Lisa Goes to
Washington"
Smithers: Homer Simpson, sir.
Burns: Simpson, eh? How very strange.
His job description clearly specifies an illiterate!
-- Why is Homer reading on the job? "Mr. Lisa Goes to
Washington"
Related:
- Burns: Who was that young hellcat, Smithers?
Smithers:
Homer Simpson, sir. Burns: Simpson, eh? I'll remember... - Voice: Warning... Problem in Sector 7-G.
Burns: 7-G?
Good God, who's the safety inspector there? Smithers... - Smithers: Er, um, there's some candy right here, Sir.
[points to a box] Why don't we eat this instead... - Burns: His name?
Smithers: [holding a copy of the incriminating photo]
Homer Simpson sir,
a low-level employee in sector 7G. Burns: Simpson... - Homer: Hey Burns! Eat! my! shorts!
Burns: Who the Sam Hill was that?
Smithers: Why it's Homer Simpson, sir. One of the... - Um, he's Homer Simpson, sir. One of your drones in sector 7-G.
Smithers to Mr. Burns, "Homer vs. Lisa and the... - Burns: Why is that man in pink!
Smithers: Oh, that's Homer Simpson,
sir. He's one of your boobs from Sector 7... - Burns: Smithers, who is this saucy fellow?
Smithers:
Homer Simpson, sir. Sector sieben-Grueber, I mean... - Burns: Who is that lavatory linksman, Smithers?
Smithers:
Homer Simpson, sir. One of the fork and spoon operators...
From the same category:
- Tony: [clearing his throat] Greetings, Homer.
Homer:
Hey! Fat Tony! You still with the mafia? [walks... - Wow! It's like Woodstock, only with advertisements everywhere and tons
of security guards.
Lisa reflects on Hullabalooza,... - Selma: It's so modern... it's ultra-modern, like living in a
not-to-distant future.
Troy: Now you make yourself at home here, I'll be sleeping... - John: Homer, what have you got against gays?
Homer:
You know! It's not... usual. If there was a law,... - Selma: Er... come here, tiger!
Troy: [growls, but doesn't know what to do next]
Selma:
Mmm... would you like some wine? Troy: Yes! [comes...
