Burns: Stricken, I lurched forth in search of aid, but finding only
slack-jawed gawkers, I gave up and collapsed on the sundial.
Lisa: Then, with your last ounce of strength, you pointed to W and S...
or, from your point of view, M and S.
Burns: What? No! With my last ounce of strength, I sucked out my gold
fillings and swallowed them. Those paramedics have sticky
fingers.
-- Not if you're a Stonecutter,
"Who Shot Mr. Burns? Part Two"
