Burns: Look at that pig. Stuffing his face with donuts on my time! That’s right, keep eating…Little do you know you’re drawing ever closer to the poison donut! [cackles evilly, then stops abruptly] There is a poison one, isn’t there Smithers?
Smithers: Err…no, sir. I discussed this with our lawyers and they consider it murder.
Homer: Operator! Give me the number for 911!
Bart: What’s Santa’s Little Helper doing to that dog? Looks like he’s trying to jump over, but he can’t quite make it.