Chalmers: Well, Seymour, I made it- despite your directions.
Seymour: Ah. Superintendent Chalmers. Welcome. I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon.
Chalmers: *grumbles* yeah.
Seymour: Oh, egads! My roast is ruined. But what if I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking? Delightfully devilish, Seymour.
Chalmers: Ah-
Chorus: Skinner with his crazy explanations, the superintendent's gonna need his medication, when he hears Skinner's lame exaggerations there'll be trouble in town tonight!
Chalmers: SEYMOUR!!!!
Seymour: Superintendent, I was just- uh, just stretching my calves on the windowsill. Isometric exercise. Care to join me?
Chalmers: Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Seymour?
Seymour: Uh- Oh. That isn't smoke. It's steam. Steam from the steamed clams we're having. Mmm. Steamed clams. Whew.
Seymour: Superintendent, I hope you're ready for mouthwatering hamburgers.
Chalmers: I thought we were having steamed clams.
Seymour: D'oh, no. I said steamed hams. That's what I call hamburgers.
Chalmers: You call hamburgers steamed hams?
Seymour: Yes, it's a regional dialect.
Chalmers: Uh-huh. Uh, what region?
Seymour: Uh, upstate New York.
Chalmers: Really. Well, I'm from Utica, and I've never heard anyone use the phrase "steamed hams."
Seymour: Oh, not in Utica. No. It's an Albany expression.
Chalmers: I see. You know, these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones they have at Krusty Burger.
Seymour: Oh, no. Patented Skinner burgers. Old family recipe.
Chalmers: For steamed hams.
Seymour: Yes, yes.
Chalmers: And you call them steamed hams despite the fact that they are obviously grilled.
Ye- You know, the- One thing I should- - Excuse me for one second.