2.4s
2.84sYou should've seen the murderous glint in his eyes, Smithers.
3.47sAnd his breath reeked of beer and pretzled bread.
2.64sI'm so sorry, Mr. Burns. This was all my fault.
1.67sNo. Don't concern yourself.
2.8sIf things had turned ugly, I always had my mace.
2.3sDon't let me off the hook that easily, sir.
2.3sI failed you, and I'll never forgive myself.