Smithers: What's wrong sir, did I get some in your eye? The Shampoo specifically said No more tears! Burns: Ah, lovely promise but, one beyond the powers of a mere shampoo... Smithers: Sir, I fear there is something you're not telling me. Perhaps you would feel more happy talking to Snappy the Alligator? Burns: Maybe Homer: What should I do? Guy: Well let me put it this way, you get twenty five dollars if you sell now! Homer: Sell sell sell!!! Woohooo! Twenty five dollars! Burns: These two gentlemen are american as apple pie! Hans and Fritz, why thats just... John and Frank! Quimby: Ich bin ein Springfielder Carl: Oh this aint good! Homer: We'll all lose our jobs! Marge: Look at all those worried faces, except for Lenny, he looks great! Lenny: (with Mouth surgery) This is the worst day of my life! Lenny: Lousy Germans can't fire me, I'm the only one who knows how to unjam the rock bottom associator! Carl: They can't fire me, I'm the only one certified to run the (some complicated words I don't understand) Homer: Well, they can't fire me! Lenny/Carl: Why? Homer: Cuz........................... Horst: We plan to have some frank discussions with your safety inspector! Homer: Yeah! Sock it to him, Horst! Lenny: Psst, Homer. Aren't you the safety inspector? Homer: ....D'oh! Burns: I wanted to give you something to remember me by, I know you've always had your eye on this photo of Elvis and me! Smithers: He was so good to mother, sir! Burns: Yes, but I couldn't understand a word that man said! Burns Impersonating Elvis: Mistah Burrs, duhs a boom hang gasson for hound dawg! Smithers: Stop it, you're killing me sir! Homer: Marge, its not the money, my job is my identity. If I'm not a safety whats-a-ma-jigger, I'm nothing! Horst: Zen, you must have some good ideas for ze future as vell? Homer: I sure do (7 seconds of blank) Horst: Such az? Homer: Well uuh... I wish the candy machine wasn't so picky about taking feed up dollar bills Homer: (in the land of chocolate) Wow! Chocolate, half price!... (his dream finishes) la la lalala la... Horst: Mr. Simpson.....Mr. Simpson Homer: Huh? oh, sorry, we were talking about chocolate? Fritz: Zat vas ten minutes ago!
