(Mr. Burns and Smithers study security camera footage.) Mr. Burns: Morons. Pathetic morons in my employ, stealing my precious money. This is hopeless. None of these cretins deserves a promotion. Smithers: Well, it's in the union contract, sir. One token promotion from within per year. Mr. Burns: Wait! Who is that young go-getter? (Points at a monitor with Homer on it.) Smithers: Well, it sort of looks like (Chuckles) Homer Simpson, only more dynamic and resourceful. Mr. Burns: Simpson, huh? Hmm. An unspoiled lump of clay to mold in my own image. Our new junior executive. Bring him to me!