Burns: Bart, I know you children see me as some sort of "booger man",
but I'm really not such a bad dude. Oh, your milk's gone cold --
I'll ring for the maid.
[pushes a button; metal bars spring out around Bart's jaw and
wrists]
Oh, sorry -- wrong button.
Bart: Uh...I think I'd like to go home.
Burns: Oh, this day, you can have anything you want to eat. Even...some
sort of gelatin dish. It's made from hooves, you know.
-- Now _there's_ an appetizing thought, "Burns' Heir"
