2 responses to “Quote of the Day”

1. 

   Stan

   31 May 2011

   ahahaha he’s so incompetent he can’t even distinguish his patients from hobos.

2. 

   Matthew

   31 May 2011

   I absolutely love Mr.Burns’ nonsensical expressions during the back and forth he and Smithers have just prior to this scene.

   Burns: [looking up from his magazine] Smithers, what’s the meaning
   of this slacking off?
   Smithers: Uh, there’s a bee in my eye, sir.
   Burns: And?
   Smithers: I, I’m allergic to bee stings. They cause me to, uh, die.
   Burns: But we’re running out of forward momentum.
   Smithers: Uh, perhaps you could pedal for just a little while, sir?
   Burns: Quite impossible. I could try to bat him off if you like.
   [tries, feebly]
   Smithers: Uh, really, that’s o– [the bee stings Smithers, who slumps
   over the handlebars]
   Burns: Holy cats, man! We’re starting to wobble.
   Smithers: [heavily slurred] Get … me … to … a … hospital …
   you … have … to … pedal.
   Burns: Oh, Tuttle’s Sunday trousers. Fear not, I’ll get you to a
   hospital — the only way I know how.
   Smithers, you infernal ninny, stick your left hoof on that
   flange, now! Now, if you can get it through your bug-addled
   brain, jam that second mephitic clodhopper of yours on the
   right doodad! Now pump those scrawny chicken legs, you
   stuporous funker