Burns: I’ve always felt that there’s far too much hysteria these days about so-called cheating. If you can take advantage of a situation in some way, it’s your duty as an American to do it. Why should the race always be to the swift or the jumble to the quick-witted? Should they be allowed to win merely because of the gifts God gave them? Well, I say cheating is the gift man gives himself!
Homer: Mr. Burns, I insist that we cheat.
Burns: Excellent.
Burns: Ah, my beloved plant, how I’ve missed her. Bah, to hell with this! Get my razors! Draw a bath! And get these Kleenex boxes off my feet!
Smithers: Certainly, sir. And the jars of urine?
Burns: Oh, we’ll hang on to those.
“You idiot! Homer Simpson doesn’t say 'B’oh!”, he says…" [flips through very thick script] “D’oh! Get it right!”
“This house has quite a long and colorful history. It was built on an ancient Indian burial ground, and was the setting of Satanic rituals, witch-burnings, and five John Denver Christmas specials.”
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 you, what would you say?”
Smithers: “If you did it, sir?”
Burns: Smithers, I think I’ll write a check to the Springfield Orphanage…when pigs fly!
(both laugh)
(Homer’s roasted pig sails past the window)
(stop laughing)
Smithers: Er, will you be writing that check now, sir?
Burns: Mm…no, I’d rather not.
Burns: Very well. Give the men their “tar-tar sauce.”
Oh, Tuttle’s Sunday trousers. Fear not, I’ll get you to a hospital – the only way I know how. Smithers, you infernal ninny, stick your left hoof on that flange, now! Now, if you can get it through your bug-addled brain, jam that second mephitic clodhopper of yours on the right doodad! Now pump those scrawny chicken legs, you stuporous funker!
Look at them all, through the darkness I’m bringing.
They’re not sad at all. They’re actually singing!
They sing without juicers.
They sing without blenders.
They sing without flunjers, capdabblers and smendlers!