Oh my God! He is coming on to me.

Mr. Burns: We don't have to be adversaries, Homer. We both want a fair union contract.

Homer's Brain: Why is Mr. Burns being so nice to me?

Mr. Burns: And if you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.

Homer's Brain: Wait a minute. Is he coming on to me?

Mr. Burns: I mean, if I should slip something into your pocket, what's the harm?

Homer's Brain: Oh my God! He is coming on to me.

Mr. Burns: After all, negotiations make strange bedfellows. [chuckles, winks, clicks tongue]

Homer's Brain: Ahh!