Homer: I'm really sorry I hit you Mr. Burns. Here, let me put some salt
on that eye.
Burns: [frightened] No, please, I can't bear another trashing. Just
leave me be!
Homer: Yes sir...
[walks away]
Burns: Must call Smithers, he'll protect me from this beast.
[looks at his phone]
I've seen people activate this machine a thousand times. Doesn't
seem to be any trick to it. Let's see, Smithers...
S-M-I-T-H-E-R-S. Success, it's ringing!
Moe: Moe's tavern.
Burns: I'm looking for a Mr. Smithers, first name Waylon.
Moe: Oh... So you're looking for a Mr. Smithers, eh? First name
Waylon is it? Listen to me, you! When I catch you, I'm gonna
pull out your eyes, and shove 'em down your pants, so you can
watch kick the crap outta you, okay? Then I'm gonna use your
tongue to paint my boat!
-- The hunter has become the hunted,
"Homer the Smithers"
