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00:21:34
Dan Castellaneta, Nancy Cartwright, Harry Shearer
50
wiped the morning gunk from her eyes,
With her inventiveness and wit,
How's your neck, Your Lordship? No splinters or nuffin'?
All tremble before the duc de Springfield!
There was half a kilo of heroin and two suspects inside.
What an age for prosthetic we live in.
But then, at my lowest ebb, a moment of hope.
- That was the first time - I knew anguish and fear.
I wound up as a barter in Persia.
May I tell you your slipper are as curly as everyone says?
this be-stainèd swatch you see before you.
but rather depiction of the adventures
You just broke your vow of silence.
Oh. Now, let me conclude by thanking Moe the bartender
Only coward use blindfolds.
How's your neck, Your Lordship? No splinter or nuffin'?
So you's all like me? Even you, maestro?
Even a kid who wears a "Finding Nemo" back brace has some pride.
Maman, you are overstress. You need a vacation.
while City Hall is fumigate for bedbugs.
"And that's why we squabble, 'cause families always do.
And while he slept, she freed her imprison compatriots.
That's right. And if anyone asked who swindle you,
the images she loom were not of the Duc,
Dude, you've already discard, like, 500 wives.
The once magnificent tapestry toss aside
the clever wife entertain her king
and jewels and given us this fade cloth?!
But then cruel fate knock upon the door...
So to recap: I had been unjustly torn
Tired of what? I dump on you, and you take it.
Yes, that's right, everyone laugh at the rag.
A young peasant wife struggle to feed her family...
You were only suppose to lead us in the Pledge of Allegiance.
And the restless spirits of those murder sheep
Haven't forgotten about your rag, Moe!
compelled Marguerite to loom ceaselessly,
So to recap: I had been unjustly torn
I am heartily sorry and confess all my sins.
The once magnificent tapestry tossed aside
I'm pretty sure it was in there somewhere.
Unfortunately, a nation on the wrong side of history.
Sweet, pure and forever.
Perhaps to the South of France.
Well, I was doing fine.
There was half a kilo of heroin and two suspects inside.
Great meeting, though.
You went too far this time, Bart.
this is usually the part where you say you're sorry.
- Like everyone else, I - was hit hard by the depression.
which now seems like years ago,
Nothing will ever staunch the pain of that memory.
Uh... There once was a boy named Ali Baba.
But I was not always
I was unfit for even the most sordid uses.
An enterprising seamstress
the Duc came to claim his infernal drapes.
I was unfit for even the most sordid uses.
I played a pivotal role in creating
And the restless spirits of those murdered sheep
But then cruel fate knocked upon the door...
I'm going to become a gentleman art thief.
I found myself in the court of the young Persian king,
I was moved to a magnificent cathedral
Nope. Tear gas.
And I'll always be grateful.
Oh, these innocent creatures are blocking my path.
We begin in early medieval France...
It seemed a little "ripe,"
I think it's weird that you're counting.
That's even sad than being friends with Milhouse!
They're a tough pair, huh?