Lisa: They don't like being broken up.
Marge: We've got to be realistic, kids. Who's going to have a big
enough heart to take care of 25 puppies?
Burns: [chuckling] And I know the little fellows will love romping
around my many acres, chasing my many cars, drinking from my
many toilets...
Homer: Who wouldn't?
Lisa: [whispering] Mom, don't give the puppies to him, he'll be mean
to them.
Marge: Hmm...she's right, Homer. There's something about his face I
don't trust.
[Burns laughs evilly to himself]
Homer: Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Burns, but...you can't have these dogs.
[cringes] Am I fired?
Burns: Hmm? Oh, of course not. They're your pets, you can do as you
wish. Good day, everyone.
[he starts to walk off with Smithers]
Marge: My, he certainly took that well.
Homer: A little too well, if you ask me. I'm sure he's plotting some
brilliant scheme to get those puppies.
[Burns piles them into a sack while the family's backs are
turned]
Burns: There you go...there you go...you go, too.
Smithers: Honestly, Sir, you just don't put the effort into your schemes
that you used to.
-- Burns, lazy in his old age,
"Two Dozen & One Greyhounds"
