Mr. Burns: Ah, my beloved plant. How I miss her…Bah! To Hell with this! Get my razors! Draw a bath! Get these Kleenex boxes off my feet!
Smithers: Certainly, sir. And, uh, the jars of urine?
Mr. Burns: Oh, we’ll hang onto those.
Mr. Burns: Ah, my beloved plant. How I miss her…Bah! To Hell with this! Get my razors! Draw a bath! Get these Kleenex boxes off my feet!
Smithers: Certainly, sir. And, uh, the jars of urine?
Mr. Burns: Oh, we’ll hang onto those.
