Protect me from the Germans!

Horst: All right, Mr. Burns. You win. But beware. We Germans aren't all smiles and sunshine.

Mr. Burns: Ooh, the Germans are mad at me. I'm so scared. Ooh, the Germans. Uh-oh, the Germans are coming to get me.

Horst: Stop that!

Hans: Stop it, please.

Mr. Burns: Oh, don't let the Germans come after me!

Hans: Please stop the pretending you are scared game.

Mr. Burns: Oh no, the Germans are coming after me. Oh, no, they're so big and strong.

Horst: Stop it, Mr. Burns.

Mr. Burns: Protect me from the Germans!

Horst: Burns, stop it!

Ach du lieber! Raccoons!

Ach du lieber! Raccoons!

We regret to announce the following lay-offs, which I will read in alphabetical order.

Attention, workers. We have completed our evaluation of the plant. We regret to announce the following lay-offs, which I will read in alphabetical order. Simpson, Homer. That is all.

Lucky drunks.

Horst: Do we have any alcoholics among us?

Employee 1: Uh, me.

Employee 2: Right here.

Employee 3: Uh, I'm drunk right now.

Horst: You'll be given a six-week treatment at our drying out facility in Hawaii, after which you'll return at full pay.

Employee 1: Oh, great!

Employee 2: Great!

Employee 3: Hey, maybe I'll marry Elizabeth Taylor.

Homer: Lucky drunks.