Looking at that tired old freak has made me realize I’m no spring chicken myself. I can feel death’s clammy hand on my shoulder... wait, that’s my hand.— Grampa
Looking at that tired old freak has made me realize I’m no spring chicken myself. I can feel death’s clammy hand on my shoulder... wait, that’s my hand.— Grampa
Name:Waylon Smithers
Identity: Burns' lackey.
Age: In his early forties.
Occupation: Mr. Burns' assistant at the power plant.
Duties: Answering the phone, squeezing juice for him every morning,
preparing his tax returns, moistening his eyeballs, assisting with chewing
and swallowing, removing his dead skin, lying to congress, some light
typing, and a ton of other stuff (a total of 2800).
Collects: Malibu Stacey dolls, and has the largest collection in Springfield.
Screensaver: A naked Mr. Burns, saying: "Hello, Smithers, you're quite good at turning me on."
Sexuality: One of the most frequently discussed topics on internet forums. See my page listing the gay references in the show.
"Well, that's the end of the girls' floor
exercises, now let's bring on the men!"
