Burns.
Smithers, release the robotic Richard Simmons.
As punishment for your desertion, it is company policy to give you the plague.
Legs (I think?) and Johnny Tightlips.
Johnny, where'd the hit ya?
I ain't sayin' nothin'.
What do I tell the doctor?
Tell him to go suck a lemon.
Professor Frink.
PI IS EXACTLY THREE!!! (to get the attention of a group of chattering scientists) Sorry it had to come to that.