Mr. Burns Sound's
-Smithers this beer isn't working, I don't feel any younger or funkier.
-I'll switch to the table spoon size sir.
.WAV
-Smithers hand me that ice-cream scoop.
-I cream scoop?
-Damn it Smithers this isn't rocket science its brain surgery.
.WAV
-Damn-Nation!
.WAV
-Excellent.
.WAV
-Release the hounds.
.WAV
-Only a moron wouldn't cast his vote for Mon-ty Burns.
.WAV
-Who's that goat legged fellow, I like the cut of his jib.
-Uh prince of Darkness, sir. He's your eleven O'clock.
.WAV
-Bah! To hell with this!.WAV
-Smithers, massage my brain.
-Yes Sir!
.WAV
-Mr.Burns sings a song about his vest and the rest of his clothes.
.WAV
-I must have her. Smithers zoom in, closer, closer, closer damn it! *Zooooom*.
-*Bump* OOwwwwwwww.
-To close.
.WAV
-This mans an illegal alien.
-Thats perposterous, Zutroy here is as American as apple-pie. -Ohff Gee Grat Ka Mr.Burns.
.WAV
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