i'll keep it short and sweet. family, religion, friendship. these are the three demons you must slay if you wish to succeed in business. when oportunity knocks, you don't want to be driving to the maternity hospital, or sitting in some phony balogna church. or "synagouge"
" Smithers, I think I'll donate $1 million to the orphanage...when pigs fly" *pig flies across screen* "Uhhh, will you be writing that check, Sir?" "no." I might have gotten that a little wrong, but yall know what I'm talking about.
Mr. Burns: Oh don't worry, those fumes will be sucked into that air vent.
*the plutonium fumes go into the vent, Homer goes unconcious and drops the notes he wrote about Mr. Burns selling plutonium to the terrorists. Mr Burns picks up the notes and puts them back into the vent*
Mr Burns: This place is falling apart!