Homer: [thinking to himself] Why is Mr. Burns being so nice to me?
Mr. Burns: And if you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.
Homer: [thinking to himself] Wait a minute. Is he coming onto me?
Mr. Burns: I mean, if I should slip something into your pocket, what's the harm?
Homer: [thinking to himself] My God! He is coming onto me!
Mr. Burns: After all, negotiations make strange bedfellows. [laughs and winks]
Homer: [screams on the inside] Sorry, Mr. Burns, but I don't go in for these back door shenanigans. Sure, I'm flattered, maybe even a little curious, but the answer is no!