Kent Brockman: Mr. Burns, you mentioned you wanted an opening tirade.
Mr. Burns: Yes, thank you, Kent. Fifteen minutes from now, I will wreak a terrible vengeance on this city! No one will be spared! No one!
Kent Brockman: Mr. Burns, you mentioned you wanted an opening tirade.
Mr. Burns: Yes, thank you, Kent. Fifteen minutes from now, I will wreak a terrible vengeance on this city! No one will be spared! No one!
Kent Brockman: Tonight on Eye on Springfield, we meet a man who's been hiccuping for forty-five years.
Man: [hiccup] Kill me... [hiccup] Kill me...
Kent Brockman: Ladies and gentlemen, I've been to Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Iraq, and I can say without hyperbole that this is a million times worse than all of them put together.
Children: [chanting] Burn, Krusty, burn! Burn, Krusty, burn!
Kent Brockman: A group of school-age Spartacuses has taken this camp by force. Three counselors are missing and presumed scared.
I wanted to do something to help that boy. So I called my good friend Sting. He said, "Krusty, when do you need me?" I said Thursday -- he said, "I'm busy Thursday" -- I said, "What about Friday?" He said, "Friday's worse than Thursday." Then he said, "How about Saturday?" I said, "Fine." True story.
Kent Brockman: We watch Springfield's oldest man meet Springfield's fattest man.
Homer: He's not so fat.
Kent Brockman: From his humble beginnings as a street mime in Tupelo, Mississippi, Krusty clowned his way to the top of a personal mini-empire with dozens of endorsements, including his own line of pork products. This may have led to one of television's best-loved bloopers -- Krusty's near-fatal, on-the-air heart attack in 1986.
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Krusty: Mmm. Look. Plump succulent sausage, honey-smoked bacon and glistening, sizzling -- I'm dying. I'm dying!