“Smithers, find me an artist!” – C.M. Burns “Sir, I’m afraid you’ve systematically alienated Springfield’s entire art community. The only one left is this Mrs. Homer Simpson.” – Mr. Smithers “Who?” – C.M. Burns “She won first prize in the Springfield art fair, and as the wife of an employee she’ll be easily intimidated.” – Mr. Smithers “Excellent. Once again the wheel has turned, and dame fortune has hugged Montgomery Burns to her sweet, perfumed bosom. Somebody up there likes me, Smithers.” – C.M. Burns “Somebody down here likes you too, sir.” – Mr. Smithers “Shut up.” – C.M. Burns
An ongoing ramble by Charlie Sweatpants . .