Oh, Smithers, when you look at me with those puppy dog eyes...

mr. burns shuddering and shaking with anger and frustration

Mr. Burns: Now, take out that brain and flush it down the toilet.

Smithers: Sir, his family might appreciate it if you returned the brain to his body.

Mr. Burns: Oh, come on. It's 11:45! Oh, Smithers, when you look at me with those puppy dog eyes... all right.

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