"Smithers, are we still pouring dollars into that chip plant on Taiwan?"
"Why, yes, Mr. Burns, per your instruct..."
"Good God, man, don't you know that plant and the rest of the island will under Chinese control before you can say 'bite me'?
We might as well just sign a check to chairman She!"
"Uh, I think you mean chairman Xi, sir."
"I don't care what her name is, just find us another place to make our chips, pronto!"
Just grabbing the Mackintosh on the way out the door...
Biting the hand that feeds IT
