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• Smithers: [chuckles] Perfect. When I give the signal, you transfer the call to Mr.
  Burns. After she tears into him I'll rush in and save the day....
• Smithers: Er, um, there's some candy right here, Sir.
  [points to a box] Why don't we eat this instead of stealing?...
• Lisa: Stop! Don't shoot my Dad. He's innocent. He wouldn't hurt a fly!
  [they open the door] Burns: [being strangled and shaken] Ho-mer Simp-son!...
• Burns: Ahoy-hoy? Homer: [speaking through a kazoo] Hello, Mr.
  Burns. This is the kidnapper. Do you miss your son?...
• Burns: [groaning] Ohh! I need some more ether. I can still feel the movement of the emory board.
  Smithers: [checks bottle] We're fresh out, Sir. I'll get some more....
• Kent: On the line with us now is plant owner C. Montgomery Burns.
  Mr. Burns? Burns: Oh, hello, Kent. [as loud rhythmic buzzing continues in the background] Right now, skilled nuclear energy technicians are calmly correcting a minor, piffling malfunction....
• Marge: Welcome to Pretzel Wagon. May I take your order?
  Lenny: [hesitating] Uh, let's see. I'll have... one, uh....
• Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness, feel the slippery finish.
  Caresses it, experience it. Quite smooth, isn't it?...
• Burns: By the way, what was the lad's name? Smithe
  Uh, Bart Simpson, sir. Burns: Who? Smithers: He's the son of Homer Simpson, sir....