Dogs are idiots. Think about it, Smithers. If I came into your house and started sniffing at your crotch and slobbering all over your face, what would you say?
Mr. Burns
He's a madman! I must reach Smithers! Now, how does this telephone machine work? I've seen others use it, let's see S-M-I-T-H-E-R-S. By jove it worked! It's ringing!
Mr. Burns
Honestly, Smithers, I don't even know why Harvard continues to show up. Why, they barely even won.
Mr. Burns
I don't like being outdoors, Smithers. For one thing there are too many fat children.
Mr. Burns
I know I should be resisting but I'm paralyzed with rage...and island rhythms.
Mr. Burns
Well, what do you want then?
Mr. Burns
Who was that young hellcat, Smithers?
Mr. Burns
You're not as stupid as you look, or sound, or our best testing indicates.
Mr. Burns
Homer, I want you to show this woman the time of her life.
Mr. Burns
Ketchup. Catsup. Ketchup. Catsup. I'm in over my head.
Mr. Burns
Smithers, I want you to arrange a party for two at my estate. Marge, me, and do you think you could dig up Al Jolston?
Mr. Burns
Well Smithers, another Friday night is upon us, What will you be doing? Something gay no doubt?
Mr. Burns
Who is this Homer Simpson?
Mr. Burns
Release the hounds.
Mr. Burns