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I have brought shame to my parents, to my homeland, and to myself. | Don't forget Ganesha. |
Oh, Homer. Are you rounding up immigrants? | No, Marge. Apu convinced me that Proposition 24 is a big mistake. |
That's nice, although three of you are below voting age. | And I'm not registered! |
Oh no. That is not nearly enough time to learn over 200 years of American history. | Oh. It can't be that many. C'mon, Apu. I'll be your tutor. |
Oh no. That is not nearly enough time to learn over 200 years of American history. | Please identify this object. |
It appears to be the flag which disappeared from the public library last year. | Correct. Now we all know the thirteen stripes are for good luck. But why does the American flag have precisely 47 stars? |
Because this particular flag is ridiculously out of date. The library must have purchased it during the brief period in 1912 after New Mexico became a state but before Arizona did. | Uh... partial credit. |
Because this particular flag is ridiculously out of date. The library must have purchased it during the brief period in 1912 after New Mexico became a state but before Arizona did. | Now, they may ask you to locate your town on a map of the U.S, so let's do that. Uh, Springfield, Springfield... Ah, right here. |
...Executive, legislative, and, uh, judicial. | No, no, and no. Maybe we should start all over with the electrical college. |
Please, Mr. Simpson, my brain needs sleep. The test is in six hours, and many of these facts you speak of are completely new to me. | Sleep is for the weak, Apu! Now I'm gonna go to bed while you look over my notes from ninth grade history. |
You know, Apu, in a way, all Americans are immigrants -- except Native Americans. | Yeah, native Americans like us. |
No, I mean-- | Hi, everyone. If I could just say a few words... I'd be a better public speaker. |
He's right! / You said it, Homer! / etc. | When you go to the polls tomorrow, please -- vote "NO" on Proposition 24! |
He's right! / You said it, Homer! / etc. | NO ON 24! NO ON 24! NO ON 24! NO - ON - TWEN - TY - FOUR! |
"Dear parents. Due to yesterday's unscheduled field trip to the auto wrecking yard, the school bus will be out of commission for two weeks. By reading this letter out loud, you have waived any legal responsibility on our part in perpetuity, throughout the universe." | Well we'll have to organize a carpool. Every day will be like a road trip!... With your dad!... To school! |
Dad? | Pretty cool way to keep your pants up, eh? |
Dad? | I see these kids now with "jive" printed on their shirts. Now, I can teach you how you're supposed to say "jive"... |
Uh, Mr. Simpson, sir? Can you please change the radio station? | But this is Grand Funk Railroad! You guys back there know Grand Funk, right? |
INT. SIMPSONS' CAR - CONTINUOUS) | And when I listen to a really good song, I start nodding my head, like I'm saying "yes!" to every beat. "Yes, yes, yes this rocks!" And then sometimes I switch it up like "No, no, no, don't stop a-rockin'..." |
Dad, please. You're embarrassing us. | No, I'm not. I'm teaching you about rock music. |
Dad, please. You're embarrassing us. | Now -- Grand Funk Railroad paved the way for Jefferson Airplane, which cleared the way for Jefferson Starship. The stage was now set for the Alan Parsons Project, which I believe was some sort of Hovercraft... |
Dad! No one cares about any of your stupid dinosaur bands! You have the worst, lamest taste in music ever! | I'm just trying to party with you guys. |
Oldies. | Oldies? |
Oldies. | But you've got all the top bands in here. Styx? I just heard them on "The King Biscuit Flour Hour." Now here are some of your no-name bands: Sonic Youth, Nine Inch Nails, Hullabalooza... |
Wicked! | Back then, we didn't care what anyone thought, and the chicks found that irresistible. |
Sandra, that was mean. | But most of all, I remember the music. |
It's called rocking out. | You wouldn't understand, Dad. You're not with it. |
I used to be "with it." But then they changed what "it" was. Now what I'm with isn't "it," and what's "it" seems weird and scary to me. It'll happen to you. | No way, man. We're gonna keep on rocking forever... forever... forever... |
What's wrong, Homie? | I went to the record store today, and they were playing all this music I'd never heard of. It was like the store had gone crazy. |
Dad, you forgot to pick up Milhouse! | I did? I must be getting forgetful in my old age. Open the glove compartment and fetch me my brain medicine. |
This is an authentic Hullabalooza ticket. For authentic refreshment, eat Clark Bars. And for totally outrageous class rings, it's Josten's. Gooooo, Josten's! | You're not going to school today. Today, your classroom will be the Capitol City Amphitheater. Your teacher? Four dozen rock bands. So get ready for some well-supervised craziness while you rock out with your father. Woo hoo! |
People, have your tickets out. Throw your cameras out. Surrender all identification. | Oh, my homemade Kahlua. |
Generation X may be shallow, but at least they have tolerance and respect for all people. | Hey, a freak show! |
It smells like Otto's jacket. | Oh, I get it. |
Dad, you cannot wear that! That's a rastafarian hat! | Hey, I've been safari-in' since before you were born. |
Wearing a Jamaican hat makes a bold statement about your connection to reggae music. | Well, excuuuuuuse me! |
You know what, Dad? Maybe we'll go exploring on our own for a while. | Well, Homer, this is it. Time to get back with the people. The young people. |
You know what, Dad? Maybe we'll go exploring on our own for a while. | Alright. Yeah. |
You know what, Dad? Maybe we'll go exploring on our own for a while. | Cool concert, am I right? |
Where's the Narc! / Who? / That fat Jamaican guy. | What did I say? What's going on? |
Don't commit your hate crimes here. Hate crime! | Okay, I'm heading out now! More butt support! More butt support! |
Dad, are you okay? | I'm fine. |
So you want to go on tour with a traveling freak show. | I don't think I have a choice, Marge. |
Of course you have a choice. | How do you figure? |
You don't have to join a freak show just because the opportunity came along. | You know, Marge, in some ways you and I are very different people... |
And now, get ready for the man...with the iron stomach! | Hi, everybody. Is everybody... good? |
And now, get ready for the man...with the iron stomach! | Thank you. Thank you very much. |
And now, get ready for the man...with the iron stomach! | "Stay in school. Your hero, Homer." |
Hey, Cannonball -- I like your statement: When life takes a cheap shot at you, you stand your ground. Billy Corgan, Smashing Pumpkins. | Homer Simpson, smiling politely. You know, my kids think you're the greatest. And thanks to your gloomy music they've finally stopped dreaming of a future I can't possibly provide. |
"Dear Bart and Lisa..." | All is well on tour with America's most popular alternative music festival... |
"Dear Bart and Lisa..." | Our first job is to entertain... |
I don't even know anymore. | Thank you! And remember: Don't trust anyone over thirty. And now, Peter Frampton! |
Is it true that we have to bring our own water? | We've got a little rule back home: if it's brown, drink it down; if it's black, send it back. |
Hey -- I wasn't a weirdo. I was in the Audio Visual Club. | Really? Me, too. But I got kicked out 'cause of my views on Vietnam. Also, I was stealing projectors. |
Hey -- I wasn't a weirdo. I was in the Audio Visual Club. | Anyway, get ready, beer belly! We're gonna show Springfield what we're made of! |
Alright, Homer! / etc. | That was odd. |
Gee. I don't like the sound of that. | No biggie. I'm cool. |
My God. Those cannonballs have practically demolished your stomach. From now on, no cannonballs, no spicy foods, and when you lie in a hammock, please -- rest your beer on your head or your genitals. | Rules. I'm a rocker. I don't care for rules. |
Mr. Simpson, this is serious. If you take one more cannonball to the gut... you will die! | Die? Well, you don't scare me, Doc. 'Cause dying would be a stone groove. Got any messages for Jimi Hendrix? |
So what's it like being famous, Dad? | People know your name, but you don't know theirs. It's great. |
Dad, do you wear boxers or briefs? | Nope. |
What religion are you? | You know, the one with all the well-meaning rules that don't work out in real life -- Christianity. |
What religion are you? | What's with all the questions? |
Just some report I gotta do for school. Hey, you want some pie? | Sure, we've got a lotta catchin' up to do. |
Do... wait... Do you... do you feel... do... do you feel...? oh, come on... Do you feel? | ...so I realized that being with my family is more important than being cool. |
I used to carpool with that guy. | Oh, this is heavy. Okay, Homer, don't fear the Reaper. |
I used to carpool with that guy. | Oh, I'm gonna die. |
You're the coolest dad alive! | Oh, Marge. I thought I had an appetite for destruction, but all I wanted was a club sandwich. |
Homer, I'm sorry. There's nothing worse than a yellow-bellied freak, unless that's his act. I expect your letter of resignation on my desk. | You have a desk? |
I mean the hood of my car. | I'll miss you Pumpkins, but I just can't share your bleak world view. I've got too much to live for. |
Dad, what you just said was powerfully un-cool. | You know what the song says, "It's hip to be square." |
That song is so lame. | So lame that it's cool? |
Well, how the hell do you be cool? I feel like we've tried everything here. | Wait, Marge. Maybe if you're truly cool, you don't need to be told you're cool. |
Now they're trying it as a maritime offense. So anyhoo, how'd you like to use my beach house? Free of charge. | I only get two weeks of vacation a year -- and you want me to spend it in your lousy beach house? |
Well, if it'll seal the deal, I'll take a look at your septic tank. See if I can get her hummin' again. | Deal. See, Flanders, you give a little, you get a little. |
Maybe you're getting stronger. | Well, I have been eating more... |
Wave bye-bye to our house, Maggie. Bye-bye, tree. | Bye-bye, job. |
No, Springfield is "America's crud-bucket." At least according to Newsweek. | "Wel-diddly-elcome Simpsons." Oh, geez. He actually wrote "diddly." |
"Put food in me." | I'll take that. |
Because it was the only one in the house. Come on, Homer, open the door for your Mystery Date! | Ooh, Captain of the Football Team! He's a dreamboat! Don't wait up, Marge. |
You got "The Dud!" | Hey, he looks just like you, Poindexter! |
How come Lisa doesn't have to play? Why does she get to hang out with her friends? | You've got friends. You got "The Dud" right here. Stand up for yourself, Poindexter! |
Any red-blooded, flag-fearing American would love the M-320. Celebrate the independence of your nation by blowing up a small part of it. | All right. |
This is the most thoughtful thing anybody ever -- | Sweet merciful crap! My car! |
Uh huh. | Well, get a last look at the beautiful ocean scenery, kids. |
Did you guys hear something moving around in the attic last night? | Attic? Oh, that's silly. Seriously, though, don't ever go up there. |
Homer, isn't it about time for the... ...you know. | Yeah, yeah. I'll go feed it. |
Homer, isn't it about time for the... ...you know. | Fish heads, fish heads, do de do de doo... |
What's up there? / Is it a monster? / We have to know! / What's the secret? | No more questions. I work my butt off to feed you four kids and all you do I -- what? |
Three! We have three kids, Homer! | Yeah, three nosy kids. And you know what happens to nosy kids who ask too many questions? |
You went into the attic? I'm very disappointed and terrified. | Oh my God, Marge, it's escaped! |
So I have two brothers? | Lisa, please. Yes, Bart, you have a twin brother. You see, when you were born, there was... an irregularity. |
But what to do with poor Hugo? Too crazy for Boys Town, too much of a boy for Crazy Town, the child was an outcast. So we did the only humane thing. | We chained Hugo up in the attic like an animal and fed him a bucket of fish heads once a week. |
We've got to find Hugo. | We'll search out every place a sick, twisted, solitary misfit might run to. |
I'll start with Radio Shack. | Right. Bart, you stay home and tape the hockey game. |
There, there, Hugo. I understand. All those years caged up in here... why, you've probably never even seen your own face in the mirror, have you? Here... | We think we saw Hugo at the airport! He was boarding a plane to Switzerland and... Oh. |
Your micro-jerks attacked me! | Lookin' good, son. |
Hello. | I suppose you'll want to probe me. Well, might as well get it over with. |
This is a mission of conquest. Take us to your leader. | I guess you mean President Clinton. He usually hangs around Washington, D.C. |
President Clin-Ton. Excellent. | Except... um, there's this election next week, so after that it might not be him anymore. It might be what's-his-name, uh, Mumbly-Joe... uh, I saw him on TV the other... Uh, Bob Dole. |
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