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Burns: Ah, 206 Bones, 50 Miles Of Small Intestine, Full Pouting Lips.
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Burns: Ah, 206 bones, 50 miles of small intestine, full pouting lips.
Why, this fellow is less a snowman... than a god.
[pan to a snowman identical to Homer's]
-- And what a god, "Mountain of Madness"
Related:
Burns: Tell me, Simpson. If an opportunity arose for taking a small shortcut, you wouldn't be adverse to taking it, would you?
Homer: Uhh, not as such. Burns: Neither would I. I've always felt that there's far too much hysteria these days about so-called cheating....
Burns: Look at them. Smug and secure in their finery.
Mocking us. Homer: Uh, they're just snowmen, Mr. Burns....
Homer: I think I won, Mr. Burns. Burns: Yes. [hauntingly] You won, all right.
You won more than you bargained for. Homer: Woo-hoo! -- "Mountain of Madne...
Apu: What a donnybrook, eh, Mr. Burns? Burns: Oh, hogwash!
Why, I once watched Gentleman Jim Corbett fight an Eskimo fellow bare-knuckled for a hundred and thirteen rounds!...
Homer: You know, Mr. Burns, you're the richest guy I know.
Way richer than Lenny. Burns: Oh yes. But I'd trade it all for a little more....
Burns: Those last three avalanches were your fault, Simpson.
Homer: So what? Burns: Sew buttons! [narrow eyes at each other] -- "Mountain of Madne...
Homer: Wow, you sure know how to cheat, Mr. Burns. Bu
Yes, well, I'm older than you. Burns: You know, Simpson, you're not as objectionable as you seemed when we first met....
What is greater than god.....
You are heading for a land of sunshine. Hope you're not a snowman.