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### Human: The crisis? Charlie Bluhdorn's birthday. The solution? A snappy banner. Out comes the phone, in flies Bobby Towne. And six drafts later, I had myself a party. ### Assistant: You see? Gibberish. All gibberish. |
### Human: Well, we've got a Soloflex down at H.Q. Anyway, everything looks great, Mr. Burns. I can't find a single violation or employee acting strangely. ### Assistant: You gotta hide me. Death is after me! And I don't entirely trust these cowboys. |
### Human: Of course not. He's just a harmless maniac, here to remind us of the precious gift of sanity. B... Oh, God! What's he doing? ### Assistant: A mother can't die. And I'm a mother. See? |
### Human: You hate your father, don't you? ### Assistant: Sometimes. But the guy I really hate is your father. |
### Human: I shouldn't have brought that up. I was just venting. Anyhoo, I think your fear of death is causing your insomnia, which is provoking your erratic behavior. ### Assistant: Why isn't my baby gaining weight? |
### Human: Because it's made of plastic. ### Assistant: I see... |
### Human: What you need is a good, long rest. I suggest Florida. ### Assistant: Florida? But that's America's wang. |
### Human: Quiet, you two! You know your father's had a breakdown. ### Assistant: My pockets hurt. |
### Human: ### Assistant: Par-ty! |
### Human: Sweet dreams. ### Assistant: Uh, could you just uh... shut off the... |
### Human: We got Kid Rock comin' up for all you mosh monkeys. ### Assistant: Wooo! I like mu-sic! |
### Human: Yo, yo, straight out of Detroit, y'all, it's the J-O-E to the C! Let's rock the party with Kid Rock! ### Assistant: Oh, no, it's a lost child! Don't worry, folks. I'll tackle him. |
### Human: MY NAME IS KIIIIDDDD KID ROCK! ### Assistant: BAWITDABA / BANANA FANA / OOGA CHOCKA / ETC. |
### Human: But this ain't no forty-ounce curb. So, we're gonna need forty gallons, y'all! ### Assistant: All for Homer... All for Homer... |
### Human: Yo, let's waste that biatch! ### Assistant: "Biatch?" Moi? |
### Human: ### Assistant: WE BUILT THIS CITY / ON ROCK ANNND ROLL! Uh-oh. |
### Human: No, sir... Please don't tell Mama. ### Assistant: They called you a pig, Sheriff. |
### Human: Oh, thank goodness. Where were you? ### Assistant: Guess how many boobs I saw today, Marge? Fifteen! |
### Human: Nah, boys will be boys. I reckon he was just blowin' off a little steam. ### Assistant: Doesn't he talk funny? |
### Human: Nah, boys will be boys. I reckon he was just blowin' off a little steam. ### Assistant: My insomnia, it's gone! Check it out, Marge. I'm sane again! And I owe it all to... Spring Break! |
### Human: Nah, boys will be boys. I reckon he was just blowin' off a little steam. ### Assistant: Whoo! I'm an animal! |
### Human: Nah, boys will be boys. I reckon he was just blowin' off a little steam. ### Assistant: Hey, where is everybody? |
### Human: The world looks to us -- the college students -- for leadership. ### Assistant: Fine. Be nerds. I'll find some people who know the true meaning of the words par-tay. |
### Human: Dad, look out! ### Assistant: LOOK OUT FOR WHAT? |
### Human: THE GI-ANT GATOR! ### Assistant: THE GI-ANT... |
### Human: THE GI-ANT GATOR! ### Assistant: |
### Human: You killed Captain Jack! You in a heap o' trouble, son. ### Assistant: You'll have to catch me first. |
### Human: You killed Captain Jack! You in a heap o' trouble, son. ### Assistant: |
### Human: You killed Captain Jack! You in a heap o' trouble, son. ### Assistant: Okay, I'll go quietly. |
### Human: Well don't you worry, darlin'. I got some baby-cuffs in the station. ### Assistant: Look. This is our chance. |
### Human: Well don't you worry, darlin'. I got some baby-cuffs in the station. ### Assistant: Let's go! |
### Human: You can't drive, Dad. He's got your license. ### Assistant: Well, I'm gonna try anyway. |
### Human: You can't drive, Dad. He's got your license. ### Assistant: It worked! It's a miracle! |
### Human: Pull over! ### Assistant: There's no good place! |
### Human: There's lots of good places! What about over there? ### Assistant: No shade! |
### Human: There's lots of good places! What about over there? ### Assistant: Perfect. |
### Human: Homer no. You'll kill us all. ### Assistant: Or die trying... |
### Human: Homer no. You'll kill us all. ### Assistant: |
### Human: Homer no. You'll kill us all. ### Assistant: |
### Human: Dad, what do we do?! ### Assistant: The only thing we can do. Sit tight, and try to get some sleep. |
### Human: Hey, where is Dad? ### Assistant: Rise and shine, everybody. |
### Human: You went to the snack car? ### Assistant: Yeah, but first I talked to the engineer. He said there's a procedure for dealing with events of this nature. |
### Human: ### Assistant: Okay, now am I the only one on fire? Good. |
### Human: This family has hit a new low. We're on the run from the law, totally lost, no car, no money, no clean clothes... And it's all your fault. ### Assistant: I love being married. |
### Human: A diner!? ### Assistant: That's perfect! We can hide out here 'til the heat's off. |
### Human: I like your honesty. You're hired. And you two haven't said a word. I like that. You're hired. ### Assistant: Woo hoo! |
### Human: Y'all can stay in this trailer. Now, it ain't Buckingham Palace... ### Assistant: |
### Human: No thanks. ### Assistant: More hashbrowns, sugar? |
### Human: Trouble with the law, huh? Well, I'm not one to judge. The way I see it, we're all sinners, and... ### Assistant: |
### Human: Stop that. ### Assistant: But I was just... |
### Human: Scat. ### Assistant: ...gonna try to... |
### Human: Go on now. ### Assistant: ...knock you out... |
### Human: Too hot to bicker, I reckon. ### Assistant: You know, killing that gator was the best decision I ever made. |
### Human: Got that right. / Durn tootin'. / Boy howdy. ### Assistant: Yep, this place is great. And someday, when Lisa and Bart get married, it'll all be theirs. |
### Human: You mean, when they marry other people. ### Assistant: Okay, but I ain't payin' for two weddin's. |
### Human: You just relax. I'll have you in jail by supper time. ### Assistant: You'd better. |
### Human: Well, first up is the State of Florida vs. The Simpson Family. ### Assistant: Your Honor, I'd like to represent myself. Drunken hicks of the jury... |
### Human: Afternoon, folks. Got a new assignment for ya. The Judge is having a little soiree and he needs some help. ### Assistant: |
### Human: You hear me? ### Assistant: Uhh... no. |
### Human: You just don't learn, do ya? ### Assistant: |
### Human: Simpson, we got a problem. The jazz pianist didn't show up. ### Assistant: Well, what am I supposed to do? |
### Human: Well, we're still welcome in North Dakota and Arizona. ### Assistant: Arizona smells funny. |
### Human: I can streamline any procedure, except this thing you call "love." ### Assistant: Poor Cyborganizer |
### Human: Homer, sitting that close to the TV can't be good for you. ### Assistant: Talking while the TV's on can't be good for you. |
### Human: You should get your eyes checked. I'm taking Bart to the mall to buy camping supplies -- why don't you come along? ### Assistant: Nah. I want to enjoy this show before the network retools it. |
### Human: I love you, Daddy. ### Assistant: Too late. |
### Human: We need something quick. My husband's eyes are really shot. ### Assistant: Whee! Touch the sky, Maggie! Whee! Touch the sky! |
### Human: Dad, I've got Maggie. ### Assistant: Who said that? |
### Human: Hey, wake up. ### Assistant: Sorry. |
### Human: Now, read the first line. ### Assistant: I... 8... P.P. |
### Human: Now, read the first line. ### Assistant: Why you little... |
### Human: Now, read the first line. ### Assistant: |
### Human: ### Assistant: Worse. |
### Human: Better or worse? ### Assistant: Much better. |
### Human: That pair is popular with celebrities like Val Kilmer... ### Assistant: Oo, my favorite Door. |
### Human: And Yoko Ono... ### Assistant: Ew. She ruined the Plastic Ono Band. |
### Human: Maybe you're a candidate for laser eye surgery. ### Assistant: Would it get me out of having to choose glasses? |
### Human: Well yes, but I must warn you, it's an experimental procedure and we still don't know the long-term effects... ### Assistant: Less yappin', more zappin'. |
### Human: Now Homie, when we get to the liquor store, buy me some Jack Daniels and a carton of smokes. ### Assistant: Yes, dear. |
### Human: Why does it have a picture of Vitamin Barn? ### Assistant: Didn't you ever go to camp? The ol' Vitamin Barn... |
### Human: And you will be a dancer. ### Assistant: Look at you, all sugar and spice instead of equations and test tubes. |
### Human: And you will be a dancer. ### Assistant: You're Daddy's precious dancing queen! |
### Human: And you look adorable. ### Assistant: Now honey, what were you trying to say before we kept interrupting you with our loving proudness? |
### Human: But I just... need more practice. See ya! ### Assistant: Oh! What's that awful sound? |
### Human: Where's Lisa? ### Assistant: Shh! This plot is hard enough to follow as it is. |
### Human: There she is! Hi, honey! Wow, look at her go. ### Assistant: Yeah, that pressure we put on her really paid off! |
### Human: Stop clapping! ### Assistant: Go, Lisa! C'mon, everybody, give it up for my little girl! |
### Human: Oh, thanks, Dad. ### Assistant: I didn't think, I just acted. |
### Human: See, honey? All you needed was to believe in... ### Assistant: What are you talking about, Professor Frink? They're clearly in the "On" position. See? "On." |
### Human: I was merely trying to spare the girl's feelings, you insensitive clod. ### Assistant: Oh. Ohhhhh. Well, now that I look even closer... |
### Human: Forget it, Dad. I guess I'm never gonna be your Broadway Baby. ### Assistant: That's not true, honey. You can always write a depressing Broadway play of some kind. |
### Human: Sure. It could be a story about people coming to terms with things. ### Assistant: Hey, yeah. You could load it up with lots of swears. That's what David Mamet does. |
### Human: Uh-oh. It's out of its matrix. Nobody move. ### Assistant: Why? It's just a cute little weasel. Hello there, Mister weasel. |
### Human: Uh-oh. It's out of its matrix. Nobody move. ### Assistant: I'm down. |
### Human: Ooh, and such delicate tissue paper. Zig-Zag!? ### Assistant: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! |
### Human: No knife games on the kitchen table! ### Assistant: I didn't hit your precious table. |
### Human: Dad, the bride and groom are supposed to cut the wedding cake! ### Assistant: Oh, that's just superstition. |
### Human: Oh, you can fix little defects like that with gentle nagging. Make it part of the background noise of your relationship. That's how I polished Homer into the perfect... Homer! No, that's ice! ### Assistant: |
### Human: Becky, what have I done here? I'm so sorry. ### Assistant: In about fifteen minutes I'd take off that wedding dress, or you're gonna look crazy. |
### Human: Becky, I know you must feel awful. But at least this didn't happen after you were married. ### Assistant: Yes, better now than when you're too old and fat to get another man. |
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