Homer: That's it, boy: you're our last hope.
Bart: Aw, I just don't want to be here, Dad. Besides, I started a fire this morning that I really should keep an eye on.
Homer: OK, boy, I wrote down exactly what to say. Just read it and you're a shoo-in!
Bart: (walks onstage, squints at cue cards) Hello, Mr. ...Kurns. I bad want...money now. Me sick.
Homer: Ooh, he card-reads good.
Bart: So pick please me, Mr. Burns.
Homer: (calling from offstage) It's "Kurns", stupid!
Homer: Ha ha! He Boot Kicked Bart! Ha Ha! They Boot Kicked Bart right in the Butt!
Homer: You tried your best, and you failed miserably. The point is, never try again. Huh, huh. Right in the butt.
(Bart throws rock in Mr. Burns Window.)
Mr. Burns: Oh look Smithers. A bird has become petrified and lost it's sense of direction.
Smithers: No, I think it's a rock.
Mr. Burns: We'll see what the labratory has to say.
Burns: Just sign here, and your son will stand to inherit my entire estate.
Homer: Woo hoo! We're rich! Bart, get over to the mansion and open up all the windows. We want to get the old people smell out before we move in.
Lisa: Dad, Mr. Burns hasn't passed away yet.
Homer: Huh? Oh, right. So, I guess you're in OK shape, huh? No heart problems or anything?
Burns: Well I --
Homer: Boo!
(Grampa collapses, struggling and groaning)
Grampa: (from the floor) I'm OK!
Burns: Now that you've agreed to reap the windfall of my death, I must return to my large, empty mansion to rattle around and await the inevitable -- alone.
Marge: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Homer: Yeah. Let's push him down the steps.
Lisa: Oww! Mom! Barts throwing peas at me!
Marge: Bart, stop throwing peas at your sister.
Bart: Aww, but Mr. Burns throws peas at Smithers. (Throws another pea.)
Lisa: Oww! That was a big one! Dad! Do something!
Homer: Lisa, quit getting in the way of your wealthy brothers peas.
Homer: (To Mr. Burns) Or what? You'll release the dogs? Or the bees? Or the dogs with bees in their mouthes, and when they bark they shoot bees at you? Well go ahead, DO YOUR WORST!! (Mr. Burns, Smithers and Bart walk inside.) They locked the door!! I'll show them! (Rings doorbell and runs.)
Mr. Burns: Ok Lennie, Tell me one good reason I shouldn't fire you without using the letter "E."
Lennie: Ok... um... I'm a good... work... guy.
Mr. Burns: You're Fired!
Lennie: But I didn't say...
Mr. Burns: You will. (Opens trap door under Lennie.)
Lennie. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!