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Homer the Smithers |
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- Mr. Burns: You call this a super computer?!
- Announcer: Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! To an evening of exciting quarter-mile action! Action! Action! Our first race is a benefit for daredevil Lance Murdock! Murdock! Murdock! Who's hospitalized with cirrhosis of the liver! Liver! Liver!
- Mr. Burns: This novelty foam hand is ludicrously oversized! Go swap it for a smaller one!
- Mr. Burns: (about Lenny) You should've seen the murderous glint in his eyes, Smithers! And his breath reeked of beer and pretzled bread!
- Smithers: I've got to find a replacement who won't outshine me. Perhaps if I search the employee evaluations for the word incompetent.
- Computer: (randomly beeps)
- Smithers: 714 names? Better be more specific.
- Lazy, clumsy, dim-witted,
- monstrously ugly.
- Computer: [still displays 714 names]
- Smithers: Ah, nuts to this. I'll just go get Homer Simpson.
- Smithers: Don't make me take a vacation! Without you, I'll wither and die!
- Mr. Burns: That's a risk I'm willing to take.
- Homer: I think Smithers picked me because of my motivational skills. Everyone always says they have to work a lot harder when I am around.
- Lisa: You know, Dad, assisting Mr. Burns could give your career a real shot in the arm!
- Marge: (just entering the dining room) You know, Homer, assisting Mr. Burns could give your career a real shot in the arm!
- Lisa: Mom, I just said that!
- Marge: Sorry! Next time, get your own darn corn!
- Mr. Burns: Good Lord, Smithers! You look atrocious! I thought I ordered you to take a vacation.
- Homer: Uh, Smithers already left, sir. I'm his replacement, Homer Simpson.
- Mr. Burns: Simpson, eh? Very well, I will have my lunch. A single pillow of shredded wheat, some steamed toast, and a dodo egg.
- Homer: But I think the dodo went extinct...
- Mr. Burns: [interrupting] Get going! And answer those phones, install a computer system, and rotate my office so the window faces the hills!
- Homer: Um, can you repeat the part of the stuff where you said all about the things?
- [Mr. Burns is driving dangerously through town while learning to drive his car]
- Mr. Burns: I can't believe it. [swerves to the right] All my life, I've avoided doing things for myself. [hits a fire hydrant] But I'm actually enjoying this. [hits a garbage can] Plus, I'm making incredible time. [honks the horn twice and drives on a lawn, narrowly avoiding two ladies] Beep! Beep! Out of my way, I'm a motorist.
- [He knocks over a mail box and streetlight, narrowly missing Jasper Beardly and Chief Wiggum.]
- Chief Wiggum: Uh, that's some nice reckless driving, Mr. B!
- [Mr. Burns has decided to attempt driving]
- Mr. Burns: How difficult can it be? I'm sure the manual will indicate which lever is the velocitator and which the deceleratrix.
- Mr. Burns: No, Homer, You've already done more for me than any man. Your brutal attack forced me to fend for myself. I realize now that being waited on hand and foot is Okay for your average Joe, but it's not for me.
- [Smithers asks Homer to transfer the call to Mr. Burns - his mother is on the line. Homer, however, hits the Disconnect button, forcing him to impersonate Mrs. Burns very badly.]
- Mr. Burns: Ahoy-hoy?
- Homer: Hello, Mr. Burns? This is your mother!
- Smithers: (whispering) Noooooo!!!
- Mr. Burns: Gahhhhhh. Oh, hello, Mater! Um, sorry about pulling the plug on you and all, who could have known you'd pull through and live for another five decades? Oh, is my face red!
- Smithers: (exasperated, but trying to keep his voice down) Mrs. Burns is 122 years old, so try to sound more desiccated! And she doesn't call her son Mr. Burns!
- Homer: Son, this is Mrs. Burns! I just called to say I don't love you! You are a bad son, Monty... [Homer is interrupted by Mr. Burns, who is watching from behind]
- Mr. Burns: Did you get that report on the accounting department?
- Homer: Yes, sir, I did. "The accounting department is located on the third floor. Its hours are 9:00 a.m.to 5:00 p.m. The head of this department is a Mr. Johnson, or Johnstone."
- Homer: (to Mr. Burns) Here are your messages: You have thirty minutes to move your car, you have ten minutes, your car has been impounded, your car has been crushed into a cube, you have thirty minutes to move your cube. (the phone rings) Y'ello, Mr. Burns's office.
- Mr. Burns: Is it about my cube?