“Smithers, I’ve designed a new plane! I call it the Spruce Moose, and it will carry two hundred passengers from New York’s Idlewild airport to the Belgian Congo in seventeen minutes!” – C.M. Burns
“That’s quite a nice model, sir.” – Mr. Smithers
“Model?” – C.M. Burns
I said HOP IN.
The handling of Burns’ rapid decline into (mild) insanity is so good. One of my personal fav eps (especially the ‘crippled irishman’ bit)