Oh, I hate having two heads.
Showing posts with label Treehouse of Horror II. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Treehouse of Horror II. Show all posts
Oh, Smithers, when you look at me with those puppy dog eyes...
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.
It's alive!
Look, Smithers, a twitch. It's moving. It's alive! Oh, that fellow at Radio Shack said I was mad. Well, who's mad now?
Smithers, hand me that ice cream scoop.
Mr. Burns: Smithers, hand me that ice cream scoop.
Smithers: Ice cream scoop?
Mr. Burns: Damn it, Smithers! This isn't rocket science; it's brain surgery!
Well, who is a model ... employee?
Smithers: Wait a minute, sir. That's Homer Simpson. He wasn't exactly a model employee.
Mr. Burns: Well, who is a model ... employee?
Smithers: Ehhh... Simpson will do just fine, sir.
How'd you know I was sleeping?
Smithers: Attention, Homer Simpson. Attention, Homer Simpson. Wake up, Homer.
Homer: Huh? What?
Smithers: You're fired.
Homer: For what?
Smithers: For sleeping on the job.
Homer: How'd you know I was sleeping?
Smithers: We've been watching you on the surveillance camera.
Homer: Camera? D'oh!
Look at them, Smithers. Goldbrickers, lay-abouts, slug-a-beds...
Look at them, Smithers. Goldbrickers, lay-abouts, slug-a-beds...
The kick is up. It's looking good. The ball is turning into a fat, bald guy! And it's no good.
The kick is up. It's looking good. The ball is turning into a fat, bald guy! And it's no good.
Moe's Tavern. Hold on, I'll check.
Moe's Tavern. Hold on, I'll check. ... Hey everybody! I'm a stupid moron with an ugly face and a big butt, and my butt smells, and I like to kiss my own butt.
Happy thoughts... happy thoughts... we love that boy...
Happy thoughts... happy thoughts... we love that boy...
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