Robert Goulet:Hi, are you from the casino?
Bart:I'm from a casino.
Robert Goulet:God 'nuf, let's go.
Smithers:I'm afraid Robert Goulet hasn't arrived yet, sir.
Mr. Burns:Hmm, very well. Begin the thawing of Jim Nabors.
Robert Goulet:Are you sure this is the casino?
I think I should call my manager.
Nelson:Your manager says for you to shut up!
Robert Goulet:Vera said that? Hmm.
Jingle bells, Batman smells,
Robin laid an egg.
Batmobile lost its wheel
And Joker got away. Hey!
Thank you! Thank you very much. Oh, I'm sorry, kid.