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00:23:07
Dan Castellaneta, Nancy Cartwright, Harry Shearer
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I want him to meet the woman behind all the spangle and glitter...
Aw, baloney. Yeah, right.
- My pet peeve is rude people. - Uh-huh.
My wife gave me the old heave ho because of some lousy picture.
our grandmas, our aunts, our niece and nephews.
- Stick a needle in your eye? Jam a dagger in your thigh? - Yep. Yep.
And Eugene Fisk-- my poor sucker of an assistant--
Well, a "do dee do dee do" to you too, pint size.
is for you to sleep in the filth you created.
- Stick a needle in your eye? Jam a dagger in your thigh? - Yep. Yep.
Homer, is this some kind of stag party?
What in blue blaze do you think you're doing, Simpson?
Why this sheep has strayed from my own flock. His name's--
to have Springfield's number-one swinger here with us to--
Aw, Mom. Can't we just grab a burger at--
Someone must have left the porch light on.
I could dig a Deutschland chick a girl with golden curl
Why was I cursed with this weakness for snack treats?
Your boy idolize you.
They can love their wives ooh
I want Bart to see you apologize for the way you treated her.
Will you swear not to let another living soul get a copy of this photo?
You owe your son better than that, Homer.
Why was I curse with this weakness for snack treats?
and you know what bother me the most about this whole thing?
Ugh. May I please be excuse for a minute?
What are we laugh at?
- Bart, quit fooling around and eat your dinner. - Yeah, eat it, Bart.
- Okay? - Hey, shut up.
- Extremely sensual. - The subtle gray tones recall the work of Helmut Newton.
My wife gets the cutest little thing, right here, when she smile.
Bart, I'd really appreciate a print of your masterwork.
Only four of us? Who escape?
It won't happen again, sir. I promise.
You taught Bart a very bad lesson.
And when he sees you treat women as objects,
Simpson, I'm asking you nicely.
I think the poor young thing has the hots for yours truly.
My goodness. Quite exciting.
- How's your mom? - Still kind of ticked off.
And inside was little Eugene's baseball glove.
- I've heard them say so often
I'm gonna be attending a little get together with the boys at work.
I'm sorry. I don't usually laugh like this.
Oh, this is the most fun I've ever had in my life.
Homer Simpson. Report at once to Mr. Burns' office.
It won't happen again, sir. I promise.
- Me too. - Yeah, come on.
Of course.
- Bart, quit fooling around and eat your dinner. - Yeah, eat it, Bart.
You with the hair, down in front.
- and a warm fireplace. - Thank you very much, ma'am.
Meaningless, Marge. Don't even attempt to find meaning in it.
Aw, baloney. Yeah, right.
like an oversexed orangutan in heat.
The party next door seems to be a little raucous.
Meaningless, Marge. Don't even attempt to find meaning in it.
to upscale young singles like me.
- Extremely sensual. - The subtle gray tones recall the work of Helmut Newton.
But I think that's just foolish
And you know something, folks? As ridiculous as this sounds,
Oh, it was delightful.
- My pet peeve is rude people. - Uh-huh.
- we're having dinner at The Rusty Barnacle. - Yea, fried shrimp!
Just wanted to thank you for the "informative memo" you faxed me.
and how they are not mere objects with curves that make us crazy.
to meet this exotic belly-person.
I'm your loving husband. I can read you like a book.
- You left your damn porch light on. - Barney!
Hey that's rough, pal.
The frosting on the cake was this thick.
Here's your stupid spy camera!