Mr. Burns: There, Simpson, seven gone. As soon as you're in your press board coffin, I'll be the sole survivor and the treasure will be mine.
Grampa: Over my dead body, it will!
Mr. Burns: That's precisely the point! Oh, Simpson, can't you go five seconds without humiliating yourself?
(Grampa's pants fall down with a "boing" sound.)
Grampa: How long was that?