Mr Burns: "...all I really needed was the blood of a young boy"
Mr Burns: "...all I really needed was the blood of a young boy"
Adam, scourge of the desperate. Oh, tyrant, hear his mighty name and quick trithers. I am back, Mr. Burns. He's okay, Jackpot.
Hi, Caromba. Yeah, that's game. Ask him. On your nose, baldo. Smitheries, I'm back in the pink, full of pith and vinegar.
Just remarkable, sir. You know, it's funny, Smitheries. I tried every tincture and poultice and tonic and patent medicine there is, and all I really needed was the blood of a young boy.