Dan Castellaneta: Homer Simpson • George Burns • Bill Clinton • ...

Rosebud

Homer Simpson • George Burns • Bill Clinton • Grampa Simpson • Barney the Dinosaur • Barney Gumble • Dave Shutton • Future Man

[Homer sits down in the middle of the night to eat cheese]
Homer: Mmmm. Sixty-four slices of American Cheese...
[begins eating]
Homer: ...sixty-four... sixty-three...
[morning comes, Homer is still eating]
Homer: Two... one...
[Marge walks in]
Marge: Have you been up all night eating cheese?
Homer: I think I'm blind.
[Mr. Burns and Smithers, who are using suction cups, fall off the kitchen roof in front of Homer and Marge, having spent all night watching Homer]
Marge: [gasps]
Homer: What...?
Mr. Burns: Good day to you.
[he and Smithers quickly leave]

[as the line files into Burns's birthday party, the people passing the guard include Ronald Reagan, Richard Nixon, and then...]
Security Guard: [grabs George Bush] Hey! No one-termers.
[he shoves Bush out of line]
Jimmy Carter: You too, huh? Hey, I know a good yogurt place.
George H. W. Bush: Get away from me, loser.

Homer: Well, we didn't get any money, but Mr. Burns got what he wanted. Marge, I'm confused. Is this a happy ending or a sad ending?
Marge: It's an ending, that's enough!

Homer: Here's an impression of Mr. Burn that you might find... a little... cheeky.
[the crowd gasps as Homer pulls his pants down with a crudely drawn face on his rear end]
Homer: I'm Mr. Burns Blah Blah Blah. Do this do that Blah Blah Blah. I think I'm so big Blah Blah Blah.
Mr. Burns: DESTROY HIM!

Clifford Burns: Oh well. At least we still have his little brother George.
George Burns: [singing] Buh-buh-buh. Oh the sunshine's bright on my old Kentucky home. Buh-buh-buh.
[Ends singing]
George Burns: Trust me, it'll be funny when I'm an old man.

Mr. Burns: [after Homer refused to give up Bobo] As you can see, Simpson, I've taken all 78 channels and you won't see any of your favorite shows again until you give in!
Otto: Whoa, that bites.
Patty Bouvier: Holy crap!
[Homer gasps]
Mr. Burns: What's that you say? You can live without television as long as you have beer?
Homer: [defiantly] That's right.
Mr. Burns: Wrong. All beer trucks heading towards Springfield have been diverted. This town will be as dry as a bone! And if the rest of you beer-swilling tube jockeys out there have a problem with this, talk to Homer Simpson.
[laughs maniacally; the doorbell rings and Homer answers the door, seeing Barney brandishing a revolver]
Barney Gumble: Homer, give him what he wants!
Homer: Oh, Barney, leave me alone.
Barney Gumble: Whoops!
[the gun discharges, breaking a window and causing a woman to scream in horror; as police sirens are heard]
Barney Gumble: Uh-oh.