Marge: Why you big...! (She chokes Homer) Bart! Go to your room!
Bart': I'm outta here!
Mr. Burns: What in blue blazes do you think you're doing, Simpson?!
Homer: What do you mean, sir?
Mr. Burns: I mean this! (holds up the picture)
Mr. Burns: A plant employee carrying on like an over-sexed orangutan in heat! This is a family nuclear power plant, Simpson. Our research indicates that over fifty percent of our power is used by women. (wrinkles up the picture into a ball) I will not have you offending my customers with your bawdy shenanigans!
Homer: It won't happen again, sir. I promise! Can I get outta your sight now?
Mr. Burns: Wait a minute, Simpson! Smithers, could you please leave the room?
Mr. Burns: (sadly) Simpson...I am, by most measures, a successful man. I have wealth and power beyond the dreams of you and your clock-punching ilk, and yet, I've led a solitary life. The fair sex remains a mystery to me. You seem to have a way with women. A certain—how should I put it?—"Animal magnétisme." (begging) Help me, Simpson. Tell me your secret.
Homer: Uh, Mr. Burns, in spite of what everybody thinks, I'm no loverboy.
Mr. Burns: (pleasantly) Simpson, I'm asking you nicely.
Homer: I don't really know, sir--
Mr. Burns: (angrily)Simpson!
Homer: (scared) Well, oh, wine 'em! Dine 'em. Bring them flowers. Write them love poetry...sir.
Mr. Burns: Of course! It's simplicity itself! I won't forget this, Simpson. (angrily) Now return to your work, and tell no one of what transpired here.
Lisa: (saw Bart trying to take a picture of his butt) Ew, gross. Mom! Bart was taking a picture of his butt!
Bart: (quickly pulls his pants up) Oh, sure, like I'm really gonna take a picture of my butt.