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| − | + | {{qf|[[Mr. Burns]]}} What in blue blazes do you think you're doing, Simpson?! | |
| − | + | {{qf|[[Homer]]}} What do you mean, sir? | |
| − | '' | + | {{qf|Mr. Burns}} I mean this! ''[holds up the picture]'' |
| − | + | :''[Homer gasps]'' | |
| − | + | {{qf|Mr. Burns}} A plant employee carrying on like an over-sexed orangutan in heat! This is a family nuclear power plant, Simpson. Our research indicates that over fifty percent of our power is used by women. ''[wrinkles up the picture into a ball]'' I will not have you offending my customers with your bawdy shenanigans! | |
| − | + | {{qf|Homer}} It won't happen again, sir, I promise! Can I get outta' your sight now? | |
| − | + | {{qf|Mr. Burns}} Wait a minute, Simpson! Smithers, could you please leave the room? | |
| − | + | {{qf|[[Smithers]]}} Yes, sir. | |
| − | + | {{qf|Mr. Burns}} ''[sadly]'' Simpson... I am, by most measures, a successful man. I have wealth and power beyond the dreams of you and your clock-punching ilk. And yet, I've led a solitary life. The fair sex remains a mystery to me. You seem to have a way with women. A certain, how should I put it?... "Animal magnétisme". ''[begging) ''Help me, Simpson. Tell me your secret. | |
| − | + | {{qf|Homer}} Uh, Mr. Burns, in spite of what everybody thinks, I'm no loverboy. | |
| − | + | {{qf|Mr. Burns}} ''[pleasantly]'' Simpson, I'm asking you nicely. | |
| − | + | {{qf|Homer}} I don't really know, sir-- | |
| − | + | {{qf|Mr. Burns}} ''[angrily]'' Simpson! | |
| − | + | {{qf|Homer}} (''scared]'' Well, oh, wine 'em! Dine 'em. Bring them flowers. Write them love poetry... sir. | |
| + | {{qf|Mr. Burns}} Of course! It's simplicity itself! I won't forget this, Simpson. ''[angrily]'' Now return to your work! And tell no one of what transpired here. | ||
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| − | + | {{qf|[[Lisa]]}}'' (saw Bart trying to take a picture of his butt]'' Ew, gross. Mom! Bart was taking a picture of his butt! | |
| − | + | {{qf|[[Bart]]}} Oh, sure, like I'm really gonna take a picture of my butt. | |
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- Mr. Burns: What in blue blazes do you think you're doing, Simpson?!
- Homer: What do you mean, sir?
- Mr. Burns: I mean this! [holds up the picture]
- [Homer gasps]
- Mr. Burns: A plant employee carrying on like an over-sexed orangutan in heat! This is a family nuclear power plant, Simpson. Our research indicates that over fifty percent of our power is used by women. [wrinkles up the picture into a ball] I will not have you offending my customers with your bawdy shenanigans!
- Homer: It won't happen again, sir, I promise! Can I get outta' your sight now?
- Mr. Burns: Wait a minute, Simpson! Smithers, could you please leave the room?
- Smithers: Yes, sir.
- Mr. Burns: [sadly] Simpson... I am, by most measures, a successful man. I have wealth and power beyond the dreams of you and your clock-punching ilk. And yet, I've led a solitary life. The fair sex remains a mystery to me. You seem to have a way with women. A certain, how should I put it?... "Animal magnétisme". [begging) Help me, Simpson. Tell me your secret.
- Homer: Uh, Mr. Burns, in spite of what everybody thinks, I'm no loverboy.
- Mr. Burns: [pleasantly] Simpson, I'm asking you nicely.
- Homer: I don't really know, sir--
- Mr. Burns: [angrily] Simpson!
- Homer: (scared] Well, oh, wine 'em! Dine 'em. Bring them flowers. Write them love poetry... sir.
- Mr. Burns: Of course! It's simplicity itself! I won't forget this, Simpson. [angrily] Now return to your work! And tell no one of what transpired here.
- Lisa: (saw Bart trying to take a picture of his butt] Ew, gross. Mom! Bart was taking a picture of his butt!
- Bart: Oh, sure, like I'm really gonna take a picture of my butt.
