[One lazy afternoon at Springfield Nuclear Power Plant, Homer is asleep at his workstation and a dog is sleeping on the floor next to his chair. In his sleep, Homer slumps over, falling onto a button labeled "Plant Destruct" and triggering an alarm.]
Computer Voice: Core meltdown in ten seconds... nine... eight...
[The dog wakes up, walks to the console, and pulls a lever. The alarm and the countdown stop.]
Computer Voice: Meltdown averted. Good boy!
[Later that same lazy afternoon, inspectors from the Nuclear Regulatory Commission arrive at the power plant in their van. A woman inspector presses the buzzer at the front door.]
Mr. Burns[on intercom]: What? How dare you disturb me during nap time!
Woman Inspector: We're from the Nuclear Regulatory Commission. This is a surprise test of worker competence.
Mr. Burns: There must be some mistake. We, uhh, we make cookies here. Mr. Burns' Old-Fashioned Good-Time Extra-Chewy-
Man Inspector: [cutting Burns off] Get the axe.
[Accompanied by his lawyers, Mr. Burns visits the Simpson home. Homer answers the door and screams at the sight of Burns and his lawyers.]
Mr. Burns: Hello, Simpson. My lawyers and I were in the neighborhood and thought we'd stop by.
Marge: Would you like to come in for tea and marshmallow squares?
[The nerds are set to carry out their part in Homer's plan for them to save Dean Peterson's life, thus earning his gratitude and getting back into college. Homer drives his car into position, and the nerds wait at the front of the building as the dean leaves work.]
Benjamin: Okay, guys. We push him out of the way in exactly three seconds.
Doug: Should we correct for wind resistance?
Gary: Possibly. What do you think?
[While they talk, Homer's car zooms by the front of the building, hitting the dean and sending him flying into the air.]
Doug: Ohhhh, my.
[The final exam for Nuclear Physics 101 is coming up, and Homer is horrified.]
Benjamin: What are you gonna do, Mr. Simpson?
Homer: Actually, I've been working on a plan. During the exam, I'll hide under some coats, and hope that somehow everything will work out.
Benjamin: [determined] Or with our help you can cram like you've never crammed before!
Homer: Whatever, either way is good.
Smithers: For the love of God, there are two seats!
Mr. Burns: I like to put my feet up.
Homer: D'oh! The bee bit my bottom, now my bottom's big!