Burns: Who is that lavatory linksman, Smithers?
Smithers: Homer Simpson, sir. One of the fork and spoon operators
from sector 7-G.
Burns: Well, he's certainly got a loose waggle. Perhaps I've
finally found a golfer worthy of a match with Monty Burns,
Smithers: His waggle is no match for yours, sir. I've never seen you
lose a game. Except for that one in '74 when you let
Richard Nixon win. That was very kind of you, sir.
Burns: Oh, he just looked so forlorn, Smithers, with his [imitating
Nixon] "Oh, I can't go to prison, Monty. They'll eat me
I wonder if this Homer Nixon is any relation?
Smithers: Unlikely, sir. They spell and pronounce their names
Burns: Bah. Schedule a game and I'll ask him myself.
-- I run my plant precisely on "shedule",
"Scenes from the Class Struggle in Springfield"