Kent: On the line with us now is plant owner C. Montgomery Burns. Mr.
Burns: Oh, hello, Kent. [as loud rhythmic buzzing continues in the
background] Right now, skilled nuclear energy technicians are
calmly correcting a minor, piffling malfunction. [rapid-fire
shots of havoc in the plant] But I can assure you and the public
that there is absolutely no danger whatsoever. [air raid siren
wails] Things couldn't be more ship-shape. [cut to Burns'
office, where he is busy donning a radiation suit]
Smithers: Sir, where is <my> radiation suit?
Burns: How the hell should I know? [covers the name `Smithers' on the
suit he is wearing]
Kent: Uh, Mr. Burns, people are calling this a meltdown.
Burns: [laughs] Oh, meltdown. It's one of those annoying buzzwords. We
prefer to call it an unrequested fission surplus.
-- Obfuscatory sesquipedalianism, "Homer Defined"