Smithers: [over intercom] Principal Skinner, this is your secretary.
There is one last student here to see you.
Skinner: That's odd. I don't have a secretary...or an intercom! But
send him in.
[Burns enters dressed like Jimbo]
Burns: Ahoy, there, Dean. I understand you're taking suggestions
from students, eh?
[sits on desk; groans as his knee bends painfully]
Well, me and my fourth form chums think it would be quite
corking if you'd sign over your oil well to the local energy
Skinner: [clears throat] Mr. Burns?
Skinner: It _was_ naive of you think I would mistake this town's most
prominent 104- year-old man for one of my elementary school
-- Burns tries his hand at skulduggery,
"Who Shot Mr. Burns? Part One"