Burns: It's no use. I guess I'll have to leave all my money to the
Egg Advisory Council. Eggs have gotten quite a bad rap
lately, you know, Smithers.
[A rock crashes through the window]
Ooh, look! A bird has become petrified and lost its sense of
direction.
Smithers: I think it's a rock, sir.
Burns: We'll see what the lab has to say about _that_.
-- Rock, petrified bird...what's the difference?,
"Burns' Heir"
