*During a crisis at the plant* Smithers: Mr. Burns, I'd like to take this time to say.... I love you. Burns: Well, hot dog. Thanks for making my last minutes socially awkward.
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Marge: (reading the labels of leftover cans of food) Corn nog? Creamed eels? Wadded beef?
(explaining to Burns after finding the emergency exit in the nuclear power plant was actually just painted on the wall)
Charlie: Well, sir, I won't bore you with the details of our miraculous escape, but we desperately need a real emergency exit! Mr. Burns: Why, that's a fabulous idea! Anything else you'd like? How about real lead in the radiation shields? Urinal cakes, maybe?
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(At an entrepenuers convention, before Marge settles on pretzel selling): "Royce: That’s the miracle of the franchise. You get all the equipment and know-how you need, plus a familiar brand-name people trust. You’ll be on a rocket-ride to the moon! And while you’re there, would you pick up some of that nice, green moon money for me — Royce McCutcheon!
Homer: No deal, McCutcheon, that moon money's mine!
-- (Same episode) "Okay. Fair enough. But you sound like you're ready to become your own boss in the exciting world of frame-nudging! Yes, for a minimal franchise fee, you'll receive a pair of straightening gloves, a cannister of wall lubricant, and a booklet of the most commonly asked questions you will hear, including: 'Who are you?' and 'What are you doing here?'"
