Mr. Burns: We don’t have to be adversaries, Homer. We both want a fair union contract.
Homer’s Brain: Why is Mr. Burns being so nice to me?
Mr. Burns: And if you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.
Homer’s Brain: Wait a minute. Is he coming on to me?
Mr. Burns: I mean, if I should slip something into your pocket, what’s the harm?
Homer’s Brain: Oh my God! He is coming on to me.
Mr. Burns: After all, negotiations make strange bedfellows. [chuckles, winks, clicks tongue]
Homer’s Brain: Ahh!