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(Homer takes the control of the jet.)
Marge: Homie, what are you doing? You don't know how to fly!
Homer: I drove a car over a cliff once! How different could it be? (Looks out through the windshield.) Hmm, what's the ocean doing in the sky?

Mr. Burns: You saved my life! There must be something I can do for you.
Homer: (Thinks) A cookie! No, a car! No, a cookie!
Mr. Burns: You're getting a free dinner.
(Homer gasps)
Mr. Burns: With...
Homer: Yeah?
Mr. Burns: ...Me!
Homer: Me? But that's you!

I guess this is the end. I just wish I'd spent more time at the office.

</i> Mr. Burns

(Homer pays a private jet pilot.)
Homer: Okay, so this should be enough money to get me up in the air, have a frank talk with Marge, then maybe eat a deviled egg.
Pilot: Well, anything for a fellow Marine.
Homer: (Salutes) Yeah, Semper fudge.
Pilot: Uh, did you just say "Semper fudge"?
Homer: No, I said the right thing.

(Homer arrives home after his first day on the "new" job.)
Marge: So, how was your first day at your new job?
Homer: Oh, it was great! Flew to Tulsa on the company jet. Did my job in a way consistent with I what I already told you. (Nervously) Because that's what you do... when you have a job.
Lisa: I'm so proud of you, Dad!
Homer: Stop peppering me with questions!

(to Homer) Now let's enjoy the Miami of Canada -- Chicago!

Mr. Burns

Homer: One small coffee, please. And a bunch of those placemats with the mazes on them.
Pimple-Faced Kid: They're all the same maze.
Homer: Somebody's gotta do 'em.

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