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Burns, too, is dejected. He sits in his office to mull things over.
Burns: It's no use. I guess I'll have to leave all my money to the Egg Advisory Council. Eggs have gotten quite a bad rap lately, you know, Smithers.
[A rock crashes through the window]
Ooh, look! A bird has become petrified and lost its sense of direction.
Smithers: I think it's a rock, sir.
Burns: We'll see what the lab has to say about that.
-"Burns' Heir"
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