CHOIR: ♪ The Simpsons ♪
(tires screeching)
D’oh!
(screams)
(tires screeching)
(beeping)
(squeals)
This place is looking a little run-down.
Yeah, hasn’t been the same
since they murdered the Mayor’s dad here.
(dogs barking)
Ooh, a J.C. Penney’s...
used to be here.
(groans)
Now it’s a collection of candle kiosks
and Persian CD stores.
How you doing, bro?
We’ve got the latest by Nabil,
Uma Shang Shang, The Flower Song!
-(Persian music plays) -♪ Uma shang shang ♪
♪ Uma shang shang, uma shang shang ♪
Is like Bruce Springsteen the Boss, ya?
-I guess. -If you buy now,
I give you, uh, toothache cream.
Toothache cream.
-Deal! -We have deal.
(video games bleeping)
Where’s the beef?
You ain’t so bad.
Where’s the beef?
You ain’t so bad.
Where’s the beef?
You ain’t so bad.
These games are so old.
Who got these high scores? Pilgrims?
Hmm, never saw this one before.
(coin clinks, electronic beeping)
What’s going on here?
Am I destroying these triangles or trying to assemble them?
What does this button do?
(moans): Now my ship is pooping more triangles.
(electronic chimes)
Oh, no, I won a free game.
(electronic beeping)
Ooh, gummy worms!
That candy’s been here an awfully long time.
I’d think twice if I were you.
Don’t tell me how many times to think!
(sloshing)
Mmm...
(humming)
You are not bringing that thing home.
Then stand back.
(chomping)
This doesn’t taste like I thought it would.
(continues chomping)
(sighs)
Well, if you’re through, let’s check out that
discount book warehouse.
We already own a book.
MARGE: Wisconsin From Above.
Veterans’ Day Parades.
Ooh, Smiles of Ireland!
Redheaded twins?
(groans): Their mother must have her hands full.
Hmm.
Cool, a carpenter’s library.
This doesn’t look easy,
but I’ll bet it is.
Well, I like the idea of you as a handyman.
And I love the idea of you reading.
Oh, yeah?
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...
(gasps): Ooh.
-Oh! -Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
-(excited moans) -Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...
Okay, now you do me.
I never want to go back to that mall.
There were eels in the photo booth.
Eww!
Bart, here’s a letter from your school.
A fire? I didn’t start a fire in the teachers’ lounge.
I mean, what fire?
I mean, a letter from school? Please elaborate.
Someone at your school
has a life-threatening peanut allergy.
Cool! Who is it?
The letter doesn’t say.
But from now on, no peanut products
are allowed on school property.
Hmm, let’s see what you’ve got.
Peanut butter and jelly sandwich,
trail mix, starring peanuts.
Good grief, more peanuts!
(groans)
(engines revving)
NASCAR ANNOUNCER: Harley Mozell is hit from behind
by J.T. Delacroix!
And Earl Tilleson!
Oh, and Buddy Rollette!
And the Pecker Brothers,
Danny and Dell!
And the ol’ Grizzly himself-- Weasel Johnson Junior!
Look at that carnage.
We are worse than the ancient Romans!
(tires screech, crash)
Homie, don’t you want to build something
with your new fix-it books?
I did. I made a foot rest.
Oh, don’t you have any follow-through on anything?
What’s the point? We’re all slowly dying.
(disgruntled groan)
(creaking, lamp breaks)
Oh, the floorboard
broke my nightstand.
Hmm...
(humming)
I did it!
What’s that strange feeling?
(gasps): It’s "of accomplishment"!
(birds chirping)
Wow, Mom, you made all this?
It’s like you’re the Jesus of carpentry.
Aww, what a sweet blasphemy.
This is a valuable skill.
People might even pay you to build things for them.
I could start my own carpentry business.
I’m already arranging the clip art
for the letterhead in my mind.
(fanfare)
Perfect!
(knocking)
Can I help you, Miss?
I’m here to fix your bookcase.
You answered my flyer.
Hmm, yeah.
-And you’re the carpenter? -That’s right.
I see. Not that I have anything against female carpenters,
but I have some pictures hanging
that you might find, um... unsavory.
Goodbye.
A lady carpenter?
I don’t know.
What if you get pregnant
and I’m left with half a hot tub?
And don’t tell me you’re infertile.
I ain’t falling for that again.
(groans)
It’s so unfair.
I’m as handy as any man.
You sure are, sweetie.
I love this bed you made.
I guess people just expect their carpenter
to be some fat guy with his butt crack showing.
(snoring)
(suspenseful music plays)
Homer, your butt just gave me
a brilliant idea!
Yep, it’ll do that.
"Simpsons Manly-Man Handyman" at your service.
Ah, superlative!
Please install a doggie door
sized for a teacup poodle.
No problem.
Why don’t you go inside and stir your Flubber
while I get to work?
Marge, the coast is clear.
(hums softly)
(gasps)
I’m terribly sorry. I thought I heard
the sound of a woman measuring.
Oh, uh, that was me.
You know that old saying:
"Measure like a girl, hammer like a guy."
Yes, but you’re holding your hammer backwards.
Oh, uh... you know what they say,
"Hammer with the wood, and it’s all good."
It’s all good.
All right, then. (grunts)
(humming)
A dash of glue,
a turn of screw,
and a gazebo’s built that’s perfect for two...
or more.
Uh-oh! Switch!
Eh... eh... eh!
And... done!
Mm-mmm!
Simpson, you’re a master craftsman.
Listen, what would you say
if I told you a woman did most of the work?
I’d have this gazebo torn down and built into a coffin...
-for your manhood. -(shrieks)
Why did my hypothetical scenario scare you so?
Uh, like all manly men, I have a vivid imagination.
Well said.
Let’s take off our shirts and wrestle.
(both grunting)
GROUNDSKEEPER WILLIE: Okay,
give me all your peanuts,
Goobers, and Fluffer Nutters.
Oh, why should we have to give up our salty snacks
just to keep one allergic kid from exploding?
Who is this selfish jerk anyway?
It’s not me--I swear.
I’m only allergic to honey, wheat, dairy, non-dairy,
and my own tears.
(sobs)
Oh, no.
Call my allergist...
and my optometrist.
(all laughing)
Willie, you can tell me.
Who’s the mystery wuss who can’t eat peanuts?
I’ll never say his name.
"His," eh?
Hmm, so it’s a dude.
Who says it’s a dude?
A principal can be a man or a woman these days.
Hmm.
I’ve taken all the peanut products.
Just like the English took our sheep
and our women in 1291.
Then, they sent them back, which was worse!
Yes, yes, every day we go through this.
Why don’t you just incinerate the contraband?
Will do, but first, Willie gets his gob-full.
Careful with those peanut crumbs!
My allergy is so sensitive, a single molecule
would make my throat close like a museum at 4:45.
(gasps)
Hello, Marge.
Picking up supplies for Handy Homer?
It must feel good to know that you’re "helping."
Oh, I help more than you might think.
Sure you do.
You provide food and sexual release
for your handy husband.
(grunts angrily)
Looks like you broke something.
Better call Homer!
(both laughing)
(groans)
Of course I can make a credenza, whatever that is.
Just give all the details to my secretary Shirley.
This is Shirley.
Yes, fine, he’ll be there tomorrow.
Goodbye.
That Shirley is quite a gal.
-We should fix her up with Barney. -Homie...
I think you’re taking a little too much credit for my work.
I mean, look at your t-shirt!
Marge, giving me credit was your idea.
Now, could you rub my butt?
I sat on it so much it’s a little sore.
Oh...!
Look, I’m sorry you’re upset,
but if we tell the truth now,
I’ll be humiliated in front of the whole town.
Then you won’t be married to a man.
You’ll be married to some kind of gay jellyfish
floating outside the Florida Keys,
cruising for rich snorkelers.
You don’t want that.
I guess I don’t.
(sighs)
Bart, Skinner’s going to be really mad at you.
Yes, you might say he’ll "blow up."
(laughs evilly)
Whatever.
I’ve got some paper to mâché.
(grunts)
Simpson!
Report to detention at once.
Ah, I’m not a big fan of detention.
You might say it drives me nuts.
(gasps)
My allergen.
♪ Beat on the brat, beat on the brat ♪
♪ Beat on the brat with a baseball bat ♪
♪ Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh-oh ♪
♪ Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh-oh... ♪
"I’m a cootie eater.
I’ve been one all my life.
I like the cooties so much,
I have a cootie wife."
(groans)
Why does Lenny need a windmill, anyway?
Ah, he wants to grind his own corn.
Maybe it’ll finally shut him up
about the high price of cornmeal.
Oh, switch.
(grumbling): Oh, yeah, switch, switch, switch.
Wow, great job, Homer.
Yeah, and to think you built this whole thing with your own two hands.
Who do you think would help me, my wife?
Your wife?
(scoffs) Give me a break.
The only thing women can build is credit card debt.
(both laughing)
Credit card debt.
(muffled yelling)
Homer, did you leave a power drill on in your toolbox?
It’s making this horrible noise.
Yeah, I hear it, too.
Maybe we can cover it up by singing a fun song.
♪ We will, we will rock you ♪
(banging)
(banging to the beat)
♪ We will, we will rock you ♪
-(banging) -(yelling continues)
♪ Buddy, you’re the boy make a big noise ♪
♪ Playin’ in the street gonna be a big man some day... ♪
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, infinity.
I never expected them to climb on the cabinet
and ride it down the biggest hill in town.
(groans)
Homer, it’s time people knew the truth.
I’m doing the work
and I want the credit.
Look, I understand that you’re mad.
Which makes now the perfect time
to tell you the mayor’s hired us to fix
the old Springfield roller coaster.
(dramatic music)
By the way, nice job installing this wall-chart bracket.
(loud whisper): If the kids ask, I did it.
(groans) You’re gonna have to fix
that roller coaster yourself, ’cause I quit,
and I’m taking this with me!
(groaning)
Darn these countersunk molly clamps.
(cats screeching)
This is not going to end well.
Now, as I see it, the problem with this roller coaster
is there are too many boring going-up parts.
We need to replace them with kick-ass going-down parts.
(men murmuring)
Oh, yeah, going-down parts.
Uh, Mr. Simpson, shouldn’t we begin by securing the struts?
Hmm...
Let me mull that over.
(Homer sobbing loudly)
What are struts?!
(wailing): Oh...
(sobbing): Oh, I don’t know
anything about struts.
This guy’s all bubble and no level.
So what? He’s paying us 50 grand.
HOMER (sobbing): And I promised these guys money I don’t have!
And they’re gonna be so mad!
(sobbing loudly)
Ah, let’s go home.
Maybe I can sneak home
without them seeing me.
(grunting)
(screaming)
(sobbing loudly)
(sloshing)
(British accent): Are you ready to be lightly assaulted?
(laughs maniacally)
(bats squeaking)
(screaming)
(groans): Oh.
Mm.
(sing-song): Good morning.
(groans)
I brought you breakfast in bed.
Ugh!
Eat it.
(clears throat) Excuse me.
I’m supposed to stand in your store window
and breast-feed Bilbo Baggins.
Your cowering suggests that Bart has found your kryptonite.
Kryptonite? What’s that?
The "ite" suffix suggests a mineral.
I do not know whether to laugh or cry at your ignorance.
I shall laugh. Ha-ha!
Kryptonite is Superman’s greatest weakness.
Wait, maybe Bart has a kryptonite!
Perhaps.
But for now, you may suckle your Baggins.
(muffled): I’ve got you now, Bart.
Mm-hmm.
(groans): Hmm.
(making siren noises)
(sobbing)
(making siren noises)
Dad, here’s a thought:
If you just gave Mom credit, maybe she could help you.
Sweetie, you don’t understand.
If I can do this myself,
then all those lies I told will be true.
Don’t you want Daddy’s lies to be true?
I’d like a daddy who lived in the real world.
To Daddy, the real world
gets fainter and fainter every day.
(groans)
Good morning, Seymour.
You may be wondering
what I’m doing with this hat full of maggots.
Actually, I’m not wondering at all.
Simpson, you’ve been waving your nuts in my face for too long.
Eat shrimp and die!
No! I’m allergic!
Stick-on-stick.
Just like the knights of old.
No one teaches me history!
(dramatic music playing)
♪♪
-Peanut?! -Shrimp?!
Either of us falls in, we’re doomed!
Kids don’t die!
(both screaming)
I... was... El Barto.
No...!
(applause)
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, honored guests
and out-of-town roller coaster weirdoes.
(ascending gasp)
(screaming)
Your father’s finally gonna get exposed
as the credit- stealing fraud he is!
(sighs) Perfect.
I give you... the Zoominator!
ALL: Ooh...
And now to get stinking drunk!
(loud creaking and rumbling)
(crowd gasping and shouting)
I’m not getting married on that!
You won’t get married on Colossus,
you won’t get married on The Zoominator,
you won’t get married on The Pharaoh’s Curse.
Just say it-- it’s me!
Oh, no, baby, no!
Dad!
Put aside your selfish male ego
and tell the truth!
Sure, I’ll tell them the truth.
The truth is...
that I’m perfect and everything I touch is perfect!
Whoo-hoo!
Oh, my God, he’ll kill himself!
(gasps)
He’ll never hear me say, "I told you so!"
I never felt safer!
(whimpering)
Uh-oh.
Oh, why must we preserve
America’s historic roller coasters?
(whimpers)
(screams)
(Homer screams)
(both scream)
Thank you, honey!
Everyone!
(voice wavering): My stupid male pride made me lie to you.
Everything I claimed... I did
was actually built by Marge!
ALL: Aw...
Homer, I was pretty upset with you,
but in the end, I... I...
-I-beam! -(crowd gasps)
HOMER: Avenge... me.
(sighs)
Marge, I realized something
when I was trapped under all that rubble:
Marriage is the real roller coaster.
I’m just glad I have you as my safety bar.
Oh, I forgive you, my darling.
Get well.
As for you, young man,
the next time you save your principal,
try not to risk your own life.
What kind of lies are you feeding her, Simpson?
Mind your own beeswax!
(grunts)
(dramatic music playing)
-(grunts) -Ow!
(both grunting)
Ow.
(sighs)
I’m gonna go look at the new babies.
(grunting continues)
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(gagging and coughing)
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