Homer: OK, boy, I wrote down exactly what to say.

Homer: OK, boy, I wrote down exactly what to say. Just read it and
you're a shoo-in!
Bart: [walks onstage, squints at cue cards] Hello, Mr. ...Kurns. I bad
want...money now. Me sick.
Homer: Ooh, he card-reads good.
Bart: So pick please me, Mr. Burns.
Homer: {[calling from offstage] It's "Kurns", stupid!}
Marge: {No it's not!}
Homer: {Disregard.}
-- "Burns' Heir"