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That's-usually-true-but-in-this-case-it's-not. | Work. |
It's four o'clock on a Saturday. | I, uh, I have to count the atoms at the nuclear plant. Conservation of mass -- it's the law. |
Nothing! | Nothing! |
"I can't live with the guilt. I'm going to Martin's house... to end it all!" | C'mon, pick up, pick up! I know you're there. |
Homer Jay Simpson! | Pudding power activate! |
Let him have it, Marge! | Sweetheart, I didn't want to deceive you. I just couldn't stand to see the disappointment in your beautiful eyes. |
Wait in line for a book? You tell 'em Bart says "Hey". | C'mon, boy. All the nerds are doin' it. |
Okay, I'm gonna hand out colored bracelets. The color on your bracelet will determine-- | Move or die! |
TV! TV! TV! | But kids, I want you in bed by three a.m. |
Oh. Oh. | That's right. Now I'll cut and you soak. |
I think you've got a point! Homie, I'm gonna be a dancer! | Go-go or boring? |
You have a drinking problem? | I said secret. |
You have a drinking problem? | Have you ever wondered what I do in that locked room? |
Gay out? | Well wonder no more! |
Dad... marinating with you is cool. | Thanks, son. |
What the?! | Where's our jerky? |
You have wasted my time! You have made a very powerless enemy. Good day and be well! | Wait, wait, wait, wait! You haven't seen our Power Point presentation. Bart? |
You can skip the "K" and the "Y" -- I do not thank you and I will not come again. | Who could have done this?! |
Well, something chewed through the cellar door... and the floor is covered with paw prints... | This can only mean one thing. |
Well, something chewed through the cellar door... and the floor is covered with paw prints... | Flanders! You ate my jerky! |
As the oak said to the beagle, you're barkin' up the wrong tree. I spent the whole morning blackin' out the "goshes" and "darns" in these Hardy Boys books. | I know you ate my jerky. Just like I ate your earthquake supplies! |
As the oak said to the beagle, you're barkin' up the wrong tree. I spent the whole morning blackin' out the "goshes" and "darns" in these Hardy Boys books. | You stay right here. |
Homer, you ate their jerky. | I thought this might happen, so I brought the best weapon to operate while drugged: a crossbow. |
Dad, you never win a fight with animals. Remember when you lost that war with the worms? | That wasn't a defeat, it was a phased withdrawal. |
I need firsthand smoke! | Lisa! |
I need firsthand smoke! | Gimme that! |
I need firsthand smoke! | I can't believe how easy it is in this country to get cigarettes. |
A sturgeon is a fish. | And a very wise fish he is! |
Oh Homie, I've been so happy lately. I'm completely fulfilled, both as a mother and a fan of youth ballet! Now what did you want to say to me? | Uh... are you sure you want Lisa to keep dancing? |
There's nothing that makes a mother's heart soar more than seeing her child take wing. Look at me, I'm glowing! | Maybe you're drunk. |
Homie, Lisa's dancing has made me really, really, happy. | Okay. |
Homie, Lisa's dancing has made me really, really, happy. | Fatherhood hurts my brain. |
I'm just saying it's gonna be hard for me to quit, especially before the recital. | I thought you might have trouble with this. That's why I'm assigning someone to keep watch over you. Someone you'd never expect. |
Is it Bart? | Come on out, boy. |
Who was that? | Wrong number. |
Five minutes, ladies. | Okay, Bart, it's time for operation: crazy-plan. Step one: we chuck the raccoon in there. |
What if someone catches him? | Don't worry. I have a perfect way to conceal his identity. |
What if someone catches him? | See? Now go, boy! |
What if someone catches him? | Not keys, cigarettes! |
What if someone catches him? | Yeah, that's what I mean. |
Does that mean I can stop training to be a Mexican wrestler? | No! |
Does that mean I can stop training to be a Mexican wrestler? | Now practice preening to the crowd, El Guapo. |
Does that mean I can stop training to be a Mexican wrestler? | Come on, preen harder! Make them hate you! You feed on their hatred... and you are so hungry! |
It's night?! | All right, that's it, pull over. |
You can just drop me off here. | I'll see you later, honey. |
Order! Order! | Homer Simpson. I know a lot of you from church, and the market and such. And I'm not much for talkin' -- but seems to me, in hard times like these that we Americans come together. |
Oh, right. Dad was Colonel Homer and he wore that awesome suit and Lurleen wanted to bunk his brains out! But I forget how Mom felt about it... | Kids, marriage is like a car. Along the way it has its bumps and dings, and this country can't make one that lasts more than five years. With Lurleen I just walked past the showroom and didn't even go inside. Now let's return to watching the news. |
Ms. Lumpkin owed fifty thousand dollars in back taxes. With penalties, interest and the celebrity resentment tax, that sum has grown to twelve million dollars. However, she's been missing for several years, since her career went into a downward spiral. | I told her not to go into one of those. |
Shh! I'm more wanted than the last petal on a bloomin' onion. | Don't worry, you can stay with us. I'm sure Marge will be cool. |
Listen, I'm sorry I called you all those mean things like, oh, I don't even remember... | Confederate degenerate? |
Sadly, no. Most of my money went to my ex-husbands. | Boy, you sure have married a lot of super-hunks. |
So that's it. She's been burned by the most important man in her life... her father. | How could a man just abandon his family? By which I mean, what is the method he would use and could anyone do it? |
So that's it. She's been burned by the most important man in her life... her father. | Where you going? |
I made that hug happen! | Wait a minute -- he's a deadbeat dad, and yet he's getting as much love as me, a Dad too lazy to run away! |
I made that hug happen! | And he has hair! Bart, get me my suicide axe. |
No suicide axe! | Later. |
Aww, well, you don't need a t-shirt for that, Tootsie Pop. 'Cause I ain't ever gonna leave you again. | Just sit still in my lap! |
Yeah, all I see is a gut with knees! | Why you little-- |
Yeah, all I see is a gut with knees! | Get back here so we can put our love on a shirt! |
No problem. I bought you a hat. | Oh, I see. It's reverse psychology. Well in that case I'm not going and I'm not staying. And I'll cut my steak with a spoon, then take a walk on the ceiling. |
AND HERE COMES GRAMPA WITH AN OTTER! | Song's over, Dad. |
I'm really worried about Lurleen. | Yeah, me too. Since her father re-abandoned her, she's cut the word "pop" out of all of our foods. |
Uh, yeah... | Marge, my fringes are knotted again. |
Babe, I need a hundred bucks for beer. | Ooo, I think he's a keeper. |
So Dean Martin would show up at the last minute and do everything in just one take? | That's right. |
But Wikipedia said he was passionate about rehearsal. | Don't you worry about Wikipedia -- we'll change it when we get home. We'll change a lot of things. |
Martin?! What's a tool like you doing on something cool like that? | Yeah, what's the deal, loser? |
Can I join, Dad? Can I? Can I? Can I? | Son, a lot of these youth organizations encourage parents to get involved in the activities-- |
Not this one. | Sold. |
Not this one. | See ya! |
Oh man. | Son, let this be a lesson: never work hard and don't form emotional attachments. Also, don't be a cow. |
I'll get your fabrics! | And I'll make sure Flanders doesn't bother us. |
Ow! What was that for? | Bart's in trouble and we don't need your stupid comments! |
You are now entering the killing floor. | Hmm... that sounds like Tress MacNeille. |
You are now entering the killing floor. | Marge... kids... the things I saw. It makes me never wanna eat meat again... |
You are now entering the killing floor. | Just fish... chicken... burgers... veal on Fridays... deer, but only in season... and if necessary, the sweetest meat of all... human. |
Why do we have to get here so early? The football game doesn't start for hours. | We're not here for the game. The game is nothing. The game is crap. The game makes me sick! |
Why do we have to get here so early? The football game doesn't start for hours. | The real reason we Americans put up with sports, is for this... |
It's just forks and plates. Didn't we bring any food? | The food is all around us. |
You brought us here to beg? | Up-bup-bup-bup-bup... when you know the people you're begging from, it's mooching. |
You brought us here to beg? | Moleman! Come here, ya big bag-a skin! How the hell are ya, huh?! |
No, us! | Can I be Smithers? |
No Dad, I want you to play Homer Simpson. | Why, 'cause I'm fat? |
Okay everyone -- just be yourself. Don't look in the camera, pretend I'm not here, and... no toupees... | What, I'm going for a Shia LaBeouf thing. Not quite a nerd, not quite a hunk... Shia LaBeouf! |
And... let's roll. | Uh-oh. There's already an on-set romance. |
My movie got in! I'm going to the Sundance Film Festival! | "Film Festival," eh? |
With director's commentary and deleted scenes! | Where'd everybody go? |
I can't believe I'm a director with a movie at Sundance. | Maybe I can finally meet Jim Jarmusch and ask him who he is. Hey, that's him! |
I can't believe I'm a director with a movie at Sundance. | Who are you? |
I try to answer that question in my films. | What else? |
I can eat a raw onion without crying. | Prove it, Hollywood! |
I can eat a raw onion without crying. | Hey, you're crying! |
Yeah, but I'm crying about something else. | What? |
This is it! My premiere! | We can't wait to see it, sweetie. |
This is it! My premiere! | A documentary?! |
I'm Lisa Simpson. And this is my family. | One, two, three... Another chute?! |
I'm Lisa Simpson. And this is my family. | Why... doesn't... life... give me... ladders?! |
They're like the family from hell on acid that's on steroids! | You stupid kid! What if I walked in here barefoot? |
Oh, I was just trying to accurately portray my unique and quirky home life. | Quirky? Quirky is a grandma who gives people the finger! You made us look like monsters! |
"Lisa Simpson's unflinching, darkly comic family portrait is the can't-miss hit of the festival. Landspeeder, do not Bantha, to your nearest cinema to see Lisa Simpson stab her family in the back with her camera." | Don't you dare post that review. |
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