Smithers: People like dogs, Mr. Burns.
Burns: Nonsense. Dogs are idiots! Think about it, Smithers.
If I came into your house and started sniffing at your
crotch and slobbering all over your face, what would
you say?
Smithers: ... If <you> did it, sir?
-- A tough question, "Dog of Death"
Burns: Nonsense. Dogs are idiots! Think about it, Smithers.
If I came into your house and started sniffing at your
crotch and slobbering all over your face, what would
you say?
Smithers: ... If <you> did it, sir?
-- A tough question, "Dog of Death"
Related:
- Troy: Ambassador Henry Mwabwetumba of the Ivory Coast writes,
"What is the real deal with Mr. Burns' assistant... - Troy: [voiceover] A few years back, Bart was adopted by Mr.
Burns. In this very special outtake, Homer... - Burns: Smithers, I've been thinking. Is it wrong to cheat to win
a million-dollar bet?
Smithers: Yes, sir. Burns: Let me rephrase that... - Burns: That's it. Fumble about with your widgets and do-bobs.
It will all be a monument to futility when... - Smithers: [chuckles] Perfect. When I give the signal,
you transfer the call to Mr. Burns. After she tears... - Burns: [looking up from his magazine] Smithers, what's the meaning
of this slacking off?
Smithers: Uh, there's a bee in my eye, sir. Burns... - Smithers: But what would you do without me, sir?
Burns:
Thuh! I'm not a baby who needs a nursemaid to burp... - Smithers: Um, I hate to interrupt your longevity treatment,
sir, but there's a sweet little boy at the... - Smithers: Uck. My mouth tastes like an ashtray.
[burps up a mouthful of cigarette butts]
[opens bathroom door,
sees someone in the shower] [opens glass...
