28.09.2026 00:52:23

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  Quimby: People, take it easy.  We're all upset about Mr. Burns' plan
          to, uh, block out our sun.  It is time for decisive action.  I
          have here a polite but firm letter to Mr. Burns' underlings,
          who with some cajoling, will pass it along to him or at least
          give him the gist of it.
    Aide: [whispering] Sir, a lot of people are stroking guns.
  Quimby: Also it has been brought to my attention that a number of you
          are stroking guns.  Therefore I will step aside and open up
          the floor.
           [Smithers, unshaven and drunk, stands up]
Smithers: [crying] Mr. Burns was the closest thing I ever had to...a
          friend.  But he fired me!  And now I spend my days drinking
          cheap scotch and watching Comedy Central!
 Hibbert: Oh, dear God!
Smithers: {Ehh, it's not that bad.  I never miss "Pardon My Zinger".}
          {[Ned wraps a blanket around him]}
		-- Weekdays at three p.m.,
		   "Who Shot Mr. Burns?  Part One"