Mr. Burns: "I'll bide my time. Revenge is a dish best served cold."
Mr. Burns: "Look Smithers, a blue-collar bar. Let's go slumming."
Mr. Burns: "Look Smithers, a blue-collar bar. Let's go slumming."
Mr. Burns, after turning on his lamp: "Ahh!! 60 watts? What do you think this is, a tanning salon!?!"
Mr. Burns: "What good is money if you can't use it to strike fear into the hearts of men."
Mr. Burns: "It's ironic, that this anonymous clan of slack-jawed troglodytes has cost me the election, and yet if I were to have them killed, I would be the one to go to jail! That's democracy for you."
Mr. Burns: "Oh, so mother nature needs a favor? Well, maybe she should have thought of that when she was besetting us with droughts and floods and poison monkeys."
Mr. Burns: "I don't have the strength to take it out on you, Smithers."
Mr. Burns: "I'll keep it short and sweet. Family. Religion. Friendship.
These are the three demons you must slay if you wish to succeed in business."
Mr. Burns: "Cheating is the gift man gives himself."
Mr. Burns: "My voice is giving out so I'm going to poke you for an hour or two."
Mr. Burns: "You sold weapon-grade plutoneum to the Iraqies without a mark up."
Mr Burns: "Oh, yes, sitting---the great leveler.
From the mighiest pharoh to the lowliest peasant,
who doesn't enjoy a good sit?"
Mr. Burns: "Restore my office, cancel all repairs,
and rehire that chap (Homer Simpson) who sassed me in the bar."
Smithers: "But why?"
Mr. Burns: "Because I keep my friends close, and my enemies even closer."
Smithers: "There is a small boy on the grounds."
Mr. Burns: "Release the hounds."
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