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Where'd you meet this Trent Steel? Moe's? | No way, this guy's a winner. He has a company that makes computers, or a computer that makes companies... Anyway, you wouldn't understand. |
Well, I guess your new name is really opening doors for you. | For all of us. Look. |
You are invited to a garden party this Saturday! | This is our chance to rub elbows with Springfield's young, hip power couples... Like me and Debbie Pinson. |
Wow, look at this place. The house number is spelled out with letters! | Get used to it, honey. From now on, we'll be spelling everything with letters. |
Did you wish me to destroy this machine for you? | Nah. Just park it. |
Heh. Very well. | And I counted the pennies in the ashtray. |
Very nice, Ed. Your inventions continue to impress me and the entire nation. | Maarrge... President Clinton! |
Oh, my Lord! I feel like Cinderella. | Me, too. Let's sing the Cinderella song. |
Eh, maybe later. | Uh-oh. Here comes Lorne Michaels. Pretend you don't see him. |
Ah, Max Power. Trent said I absolutely must meet you. This is fab... | Anyway, Marge. Uh, how do you feel about the economy? |
Ah, Max Power. Trent said I absolutely must meet you. This is fab... | So I said "if this is the house of pancakes, how come I can't eat the walls?" |
I thought I knew all the players in Springfield. Where have you been hiding yourself? | Well, I spend a lot of time on the couch... |
Attention, please. Attention. Um, I just wanna say how thrilled I am with this turnout. I'm proud to share my home with Springfield's best and brightest. | Hey, no problem. |
We've all been blessed with privilege and success. | Woo, privilege! |
Uh, but with privilege comes grave responsibility... | Whuh?! |
We all have to give something back to the world that's been so good to us. | Give something back? Boo! Get a haircut! |
We have to protect them, because trees can't protect themselves. Except, of course, the Mexican Fighting Trees. | Somebody buy this guy a tree so he'll shut up. |
To the protest bus! | Hey, stop shoving! I'm Max Power! |
I don't know. Remember that New Year's Eve at Lenny's... he didn't even have a clock! | Oh, Marge. I thought it would be fun to be on Springfield's "A" list, but these people are nuts. |
You can't blame them for having a social conscience. | Sure you can. Buncha no-good do-gooders. |
Hang in there, Max. Saving the environment is a hard, grueling job. | That's what I'm saying! See Marge, this guy gets it. |
Man, I have really had it with you tree-huggers. | Tree-huggers... |
Something funny, Nature Boy? | No, I just thought it was cute when you called him... |
Keep runnin', Max! | I can't lose them! |
Uh, you better call for backup, Chief! | Eep! Leave me alone! Go swab Begley. He likes it! |
Slow down, punk! | I'm free! Woo hoo! |
This is terrible. | So, Trent, where's the party bus headed now? |
This is terrible. | What? |
Well, I'm glad you changed your name back to Homer Simpson. | Yes, I learned you've gotta be yourself. G'night, honey. |
G'night. | Oh, I almost forgot. While I was at the courthouse, I had them change your name. |
To what? | Chesty LaRue. |
Chesty LaRue?! | Just try it for two weeks. If you're not completely satisfied, you can be Busty St. Claire. |
I don't want to be Chesty LaRue or Busty St. Claire! | Fine. Hooty McBoob it is. |
Goodnight, Homer. | Sleep tight, Hooty. |
INT. SIMPSON HOUSE - LISA'S ROOM - NIGHT) | And then the handsome prince realized he had to go to the bathroom really bad. But the evil ogre, Barney, had left the men's room in the most wicked condition. So the prince went out back to the enchanted alley... |
That's not a fairy tale. It's just something that happened to you at Moe's. | Sh-sh-sh. Anyway, the prince passed out for a hundred years, until he was awakened by the kiss of a noble raccoon... |
I didn't turn it on yet. | I'm never eatin' chili again. Ooh, chili! |
Maybe we should not answer it, huh? | Door's unlocked. |
Who is your favorite Indian pop singer? | Oh, don't make me choose. |
Oh, yeah, Homer's a real go-getter. | Yeah, I'm going right to the top. |
Maybe we should leave. | Uh-uh, no way. I don't want to miss a word. |
You don't know what they're saying. | I'm picking it up. "Sala" seems to mean jerk. And I think "Manjula" means some kind of spaceship. |
Oh, I hope we didn't get Apu in too much trouble. | Oh, they're newlyweds. They'll just talk things out and top it off with some lovin'. |
Either put that book down or let me drive. | Hey, they stole our idea! See, look! |
Worse than ever I am afraid. My shameful neglect has made her feel unloved. Now, I fear she will leave me. | Oh, she's not gonna leave you right before Valentine's Day. That'd be like going to an air show and leaving before the plane crash. |
Ooh, ooh, you are right, there's still seven days before Valentine's. Ah, seven chances to prove my love for sweet Manjula. | Sweet mint julep... I'll be at Moe's. |
Dad, the vet says we shouldn't make him fetch the Sunday paper. | Goood dog! Good doggie! "Tax Hike Approved"? Bad dog. Bad, bad dog. |
Dad, the vet says we shouldn't make him fetch the Sunday paper. | Now to trim away the fat. |
Dad, the vet says we shouldn't make him fetch the Sunday paper. | "Outlook." "Vista." No. "Spotlight." "Mosaic." Nah. |
I'd love to look at SculleryWeek -- if you're through with it. | Oh, sorry, Marge, that's in my stockpile. You can have this. |
This is about investment opportunities in Yemen. | Gimme that! |
Hey, look at this one. It's a poem. From Apu! | Well, don't just gasp, read it. |
Oh, how romantic! | I used to take out ads like that when we were newlyweds. |
The only ad you took out was to sell our lawnmower. | We sold it, didn't we? |
Then the bird sang "I Love The Night Life"... with clever new lyrics. | Yeah, I hate that song. |
I do too. But it was sweet. Women really like that sort of thing, Homie. | Don't worry, honey. I got something really special planned for Valentine's Day. |
It's not that monkey card I found in the car, is it? | Wouldn't you like to know? |
Homer, I've gone through seven years of receipts, and you've spent less on gifts for me than you have on temporary tattoos. | But Marge, it's worth it. Look, the Taco Bell dog. Yo quiero Ta... Hey, where'd it go? Here boy! |
Oh, Moe. | And ask yourselves, people, who's to blame for all this? |
I got some of that myself. / Oh, screw myself. | Will you stop it?! It's easy to blame ourselves, but it's even easier to blame Apu. He's makin' us look bad! |
Hey, watch it! You're all over the road! | We've gotta stop that traitor Apu. |
Aw, gee, the man's just trying to show his wife he cares for her. How can we sabotage his labor of love? | I'unno. Gasoline? Axes? I got some stuff in the trunk. |
Hey, there he goes! | Let's roll. |
Uh, Homer, you're drivin'. | Not yet, I'm not. You'll know when I'm driving. And it'll... |
A croissant? What the...? Oh, that's right. They have breakfast at Tiffany's now. | Only till eleven. |
Well, this is turning out to be a total waste of time. | Not entirely. |
Man, that smarts! | Oh, baby. We got him now. There's no escape from the airport. |
I told you we shouldn't have gone for long-term parking. | Hey, look! It's Elton John! |
I got it. I got it. Apu musta hired him to sing for Manjula. | Not if I can help it. And help it I might. |
I got it. I got it. Apu musta hired him to sing for Manjula. | Mr. John. I'm your biggest fan. I've tape recorded all your songs off the radio. |
Oh, that's very sweet. Have a Grammy. | Uhhhh. |
Oh, that's very sweet. Have a Grammy. | Sir Elton, my noble friends and I would like to dub you a Knight of the... Grand Concourse. |
Really? I did that? | How the hell should I know? Just get in this cage. |
Don't be frightened. That tank's just Peace Corps surplus. | Not so fast, Apu! |
Homer! What a delightful coincidence. | We're putting an end to your insane Valentine's rampage. Never again will good, lazy men have to... What the--? |
Homer! What a delightful coincidence. | Oh no you don't! |
I have to deliver a message! It's the skywriter's code. | I am so sick of that damn code! |
Stop, you crazy fool, you'll kill us all! | Correction. Kill us both. |
Oh, galldurnit! Why won't you die?! | Ow! Prickers! Owwww! |
What in the world? | Roses. So many roses. |
Just when I think I have you figured out, you fall from the sky with roses. | Roses. |
Oh, I'm gonna snuggle your brains out. | Well, I think I have a collapsed lung, but okay! |
Oh! Don't go too far. If you like cafeteria workers in Beatle wigs with tennis racquet guitars, you won't wanna miss the second half. | Oh, no let me out! Let's get outta here! |
Oh! Don't go too far. If you like cafeteria workers in Beatle wigs with tennis racquet guitars, you won't wanna miss the second half. | You drive. I eat. |
Dad, you were supposed to pay for those snacks. | I saw Krabappel's butt. I paid. |
Mom, to your left. He's letting you in. Go! | C'mon, Mom / Flanders, woman! |
Mom, to your left. He's letting you in. Go! | Ohhh, you suck, Marge. |
So long, schlubs! | Wow. Did you see that thing, Marge? So powerful. So commanding. So forceful and raw. It didn't ask, it just took. |
Go ahead, drool all you want. Ya can't hurt that finish. Now, rain water, that'll strip it right off. Sa-- Aw, and I shouldn't have said that. C'mon, Gil. | Hey, a red one! Can I buy that? Please? |
Okay, you've got the undercoating, clear coating, rust proofing, underguard spray, gravelguard XJ, Vita-seal, Repelzit... but if you wanna protect the paint, you better keep it in this tent. | Will do! |
Okay, here's how your lease breaks down. This is your down payment... then here's your monthly... and there's your weekly... | And that's it, right? |
Yup. Oh, then, after your final monthly payment, there's the routine C.B.P., or crippling balloon payment. | But that's not for awhile, right? |
Right. | Sweet... |
Yeah, you don't see many men driving the F series. | Huh? |
See? Instead of a cigarette lighter, it's got a lipstick holder. | Aw, crap! It's a girl's car. I can't drive this. |
A pretty thing like you can do whatever she wants. | Shut up! Screw you guys! |
You cashed in your 401 to buy that stupid Canyonero. Why can't you drive it? | Are you saying I'm gay? Because if that's what you think, then just come right out and say it. |
I don't think you're gay. I just have to do my grocery shopping. Now please gimme my keys. | Fine. |
I don't think you're gay. I just have to do my grocery shopping. Now please gimme my keys. | Sucker. |
That's nice, dear! | A three-chambered peanut! Marge, look what I did! Come quick! Hurry! Marge? |
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