Showing posts with label Kent Brockman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kent Brockman. Show all posts

No one will be spared! No one!

mr. burns shaking his fist while delivering an angry tirade

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!

[hiccup] Kill me... [hiccup] Kill me...

man who's been hiccuping for forty-five years hiccuping

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...

Burn, Krusty, burn! Burn, Krusty, burn!

children burning an effigy of krusty the clown

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.

Then he said, "How about Saturday?" I said, "Fine." True story.

kent brockman nodding in understanding during an interview with krusty the clown

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.

He's not so fat.

springfield's oldest man meeting springfield's fattest man in opposites attract segment of eye on springfield

Kent Brockman: We watch Springfield's oldest man meet Springfield's fattest man.

Homer: He's not so fat.

Twenty-five years and still burning strong.

kent brockman reporting from the springfield tire yard fire

Tonight, we salute the silver anniversary of The Great Springfield Tire Yard Fire. Twenty-five years and still burning strong.

This may have led to one of television's best-loved bloopers -- Krusty's near-fatal, on-the-air heart attack in 1986.

This may have led to one of television's best-loved bloopers -- Krusty's near-fatal, on-the-air heart attack in 1986.

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!