Mr. Burns: (unveiling his sun-blocking machine) Imagine it, Smithers… Electrical lights and heaters running all night long!
Smithers: But, sir! Every plant and tree will die, owls will deafen us with incessant hooting, the town's sun dial will be useless! I don't want any part of this project; it's unconscionably fiendish.
Mr. Burns: (startled at what Smithers says) I will not suffer your insubordination! There has been a shocking decline in the quality and quantity of your toadying, Waylon. And you will fall into line now!
Smithers: (irritably) No… No, Monty; I won't! Not until you step back from the brink of insanity.
Mr. Burns: I'll do no such thing. You're fired!