♪ The Simpsons ♪
(chalk screeches)
(bell rings)
(work whistle blows)
-(sucking) -(register beeping)
(jazzy solo)
(tires screech)
(tires screeching)
(horn honks)
(tires screech)
D'oh!
-Aah! -(tires screech)
MARGE: "Barnacle Bill's Home Pregnancy Test"?
Homer, shouldn't we have gone with a better-known brand?
But Marge, this one came with a free corncob pipe.
Okay, let's see.
"Ahoy, mateys.
"If the water turns blue, a baby for you.
"If purple ye see, no baby thar be."
Well, what color is it-- blue or purple?
-Pink. -D'oh!
"If ye test should fail to a doctor set sail."
Well, I guess I better go see Dr. Hibbert.
Oh, honey,
do you really think you're pregnant?
Well, I have the same nausea and craving for pancake mix
I did with the other kids.
Yeah, and I have the same tightness in my chest
and profuse sweating I always get.
Well, I'll let you know.
Hey, Homer, how come mom's going to the doctor?
-Is anything wrong? -No, everything's fine.
Your mother, uh... just broke her leg.
-What? -I smell a bun in the oven.
Is Mom going to have another baby, Dad?
Maybe.
-Whoa! -Hey, all right!
Way to go!
You're a machine, Homer.
Did you hear that, Maggie?
Another baby in the house.
Oh, cool. We can race 'em.
Sure, for you, a baby's all fun and games.
For me, it's diaper changes and midnight feedings.
Doesn't Mom do that stuff?
Yeah, but I have to hear about it.
Were you like this when Mom was pregnant with me?
Actually Bart, I threw up more than your mother.
It all happened at the beginning of that turbulent decade
known as the '80s.
Those were idealistic days--
the candidacy of John Anderson, the rise of Supertramp.
It was an exciting time to be young.
♪ When I was young ♪
♪ It seemed that life was so wonderful ♪
For several years I'd been dating your mother
and working at the local fun center.
Homer, you turn the blades too fast.
The golfers are complaining. Slow down!
That's better.
Ah, beautiful. Keep this up,
and someday you'll be the guy
who hands out the putters.
Yes, sir!
I was 24 years old
with a beautiful girlfriend and a job with a future.
Hey! You're supposed to be listening to my story!
I thought it was over.
You had a problem turning blades.
You overcame it.
The feel-good story of the year.
It's not our fault our generation
has short attention spans, Dad.
We watch an appalling amount of TV.
Don't you ever, ever, talk that way about television.
Lousy, ungrateful
can't-keep-their, what-do-you-call-it...
minds on any, uh...
Where do you think you're going?
You're going to listen to my story.
Your mother was living with her two wicked sisters.
MRS. BOUVIER: Okay, girls, you can smoke now.
Mmm.
Oh, yeah.
(horn honks)
It's Homer!
I don't know what you see
in that ugly meatball.
Uh-huh. If you like being pawed by something fat and lazy,
we could get a cat.
It would leave less hair on the couch.
(laughing)
MARGE: You don't know Homer like I do.
He's sensitive and sweet.
(horn honks)
HOMER: Marge, get your butt out here!
-(honking) -(groans)
Homer, do you ever think about the future?
You mean like will apes be our masters?
No, I mean how you plan to earn a living.
I can't imagine that your job of yours is very stimulating.
But it gives me time to think.
What do you think about?
Well, girls.
I mean boys!
I mean you.
I think about you too.
Wow, what an ending.
Who would have thought
Darth Vader was Luke Skywalker's father?
(clamoring)
Well, thank you, Mr. Blow-The-Picture-for-Me.
Marge, you're as pretty as Princess Leia
and as smart as Yoda.
Oh, Homer.
-Mmm. -Mmm.
♪ You light up my days ♪
♪ And fill my nights ♪
♪ With song ♪
♪ It can't be wrong ♪
♪ When it feels so good ♪
-♪ Right ♪ -♪ Right ♪
(giggling)
♪ 'Cause you... ♪
-You. -No, you.
(smooching)
♪ You light up my life ♪
Our song.
I bet the guy she was singing that about
was real happy.
Actually, she was singing about God.
Oh, well, he's always happy.
No, wait, he's always mad.
Someday I'll buy you a real castle.
You don't have to do that.
Whoo, good.
Homer, maybe it's the Champale talking,
but I think you're pretty sexy.
Really?
It must be the Champale talking.
MARGE: Oh, Homer, what if we get caught?
HOMER: Don't worry.
This castle is impregnable.
(alarms and buzzers sound)
Pass the cookie dough.
MAN (on TV): Dust off your hula skirts, Angels.
I'm afraid there's been a murder. In Hawaii.
WOMAN: Hawaii it is, Charlie.
(barking and howling)
(phone rings)
Hello? Oh, hi, Marge.
I need you to drive me to the doctor, Homer.
Why, what's wrong?
Well...
that unforgettable night we...
joined The Castle Club.
Oh...
Well, Miss Bouvier.
I think we found the reason
why you've been throwing up in the morning.
Congratulations.
(echoing) D'oh!
Poor guy.
Perhaps this pamphlet will prove helpful.
MARGE: "So you've ruined your life."
Mmm.
Son, you've got to marry that girl.
Because it's the honorable thing to do?
No! Because you'll never do any better.
(giggling) You lucky bum.
The fish jumped right in the boat.
All you got to do is whack her with the oar.
Marge, there's something I want to ask you
but I'm afraid because if you say "no"
it'll destroy me and make me a criminal.
Well, I haven't said "no" to you lately, have I?
Marge, I...
Damn it, where's that card?
What card?
I wrote down what I was gonna say on a card.
Stupid thing must have fallen out of my pocket.
-(grunting) -(horn honks)
-Is this it? -What's it say?
"Marge, from the first moment I saw you
"I never wanted to be with anyone else.
"I don't have much to offer you except all my love.
Will you marry me?"
That's the card. Give it here.
Oh, Homer...
This is the most beautiful moment of my life.
So, will you marry me?
Yes!
Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!
Yeah, she's gonna marry me!
In your face, everybody!
-Whoo-hoo! -(car horn blares)
Dad, if the new baby is a girl,
can we name her Ariel?
I'm sorry, the baby's name will be
Kool Moe Dee Simpson.
-Ariel. -Kool Moe Dee.
You know, I had this very same discussion
with your mother ten years ago.
MARGE: Homer, I've been thinking.
If the baby's a boy,
what do you think of the name Larry?
Marge! We can't do that.
All the kids will call him Larry Fairy.
Well, how about Louis?
They'll call him Screwy Louie.
-Bob? -Slob.
-Luke? -Puke.
-Marcus? -Mucous.
What about Bart?
Let's see...
Bart, cart, dart, eeyart...
Nope. Can't see any problem with that.
Wow. I'll take that ring.
Yes, sir. And how will you be paying for it?
I don't know.
HOMER: Finally, the big day came.
We didn't have much money
so we went to a quaint little chapel
just across the state line.
WOMAN: Basic ceremony is 20 bucks.
Here's your license.
Be sure to get this punched every time.
The tenth wedding is on the house.
Hey, this marriage is gonna last forever.
No matter how many times I hear that
it always makes me laugh.
Cletus, do you take Aileen to be your lawful wedded wife?
-Yup. -Done. Next.
♪♪ (cheesy keyboard playing "Here Comes the Bride")
There certainly are
a lot of stains on the ceiling.
Marge, I'm sorry.
I wish I could afford a better place.
Homer, I'd be lying if I said
that this is how I pictured my wedding day,
but you are how I pictured my husband.
-I am? -Well, you may not look
like Ted Bessell but you're just as nice.
Ohhh.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God
and this casino to join...
-Homer. -and...
Marge.
In holy matrimony. Beautiful.
Do you, Marjorie Bouvier, take Homer J. Simpson
to be your lawful wedded husband?
I do.
Homer, same question, names reversed.
I do.
Then, by the power vested in me by the state gaming commission
I pronounce you man and wife.
Here's $10 worth of chips.
You may kiss the bride.
Next!
Mmm. What a perfect day.
(sighs)
Our first night together as man and wife.
Mmm...
PATTY: Hey, love birds, keep it down.
Look what I got, Marge. A baby monitor.
Baby to Marge. Baby to Marge.
Wah! Wah! Over.
Homer, I don't know how we can afford all these things
on your salary.
Hey, why don't I apply at the nuclear power plant?
I hear they pay pretty well.
I don't know.
I heard radiation can make you sterile.
Now you tell me.
We only have two openings
so I'm afraid one of you
will have to go home empty-handed--
(sighs) but it won't be my old frat buddy
Lou Collier.
How you doing, you old Alpha Tau?
Smithers, you keg-meister, you.
BOTH: Uh-huh-huh, hey.
Well, hey, I'm from the Alabama chapter.
Well, I'll be.
(laughing)
Oh well. Let's get on with the testing.
♪ Roll on, roll on, Alpha Tau ♪
♪ Tau... ♪
♪ Bow-wow-wow-wow ♪
♪ Bow-wow-wow-wow... ♪
If I didn't know better,
I'd swear he was trying to moon us.
What would each of you say is your worst quality?
Well, I am a workaholic.
I push myself too hard.
Well, it takes me a long time to learn anything.
-I'm kind of a goof-off-- -Okay, that will do.
Little stuff starts disappearing
-from the workplace... -That's enough!
Next, there's a problem with the reactor.
What do you do?
There's a problem with the reactor?!
We're all gonna die!
(screaming)
MARGE: Mmm... mmm...
Did you get the job?
Nah, they wanted someone good.
Story of my life.
Oh, Homie.
Hey, come over here and feel our baby kicking.
Wow.
Kid, I won't let you down.
I swear to you. When you come out of there
the first thing you're gonna see
is a man with a good job.
Yeah. The doctor.
(laughing)
♪ Working 9 to 5 ♪
♪ What a way to make a living ♪
And when ye tallow hardens, we remove it from yon mold.
(sobbing)
What a crappy candle.
You've ruined our vacation.
You, gentle sir, are fired.
Oh!
♪ Barely gettin' by ♪
♪ It's all taking and no giving ♪
Oh, hello, young man.
Good evening, Madam.
You have been selected by the good people of Slashco
to reap the benefits
of their new never-dull knife edge.
Here. Shake hands with the Slashco.
(screaming)
Handle first, handle first.
♪ They just use your mind ♪
♪ And they never give you credit ♪
Hmm.
(screaming)
I quit! I quit!
I thought you said you liked dogs.
♪ It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it ♪
Hey! Who wants to get rich today?
-ALL: Me! Me! -Me!
Me! Me! Me! I said it first.
First, let me assure you that this is not
one of those shady pyramid schemes
you've been hearing about.
No sir. Our model is the trapezoid
that guarantees each investor an 800% return
-within hours of your initial-- -(siren blaring)
Uh-oh! The cops!
"Fourth notice."
"90 days overdue."
"We break thumbs."
Homer, what are we going to do?
-(doorbell rings) -I don't know. I don't know.
Repo man. I'm here for the baby's things.
Crib, mobile, monitor--
Oh, and the lady's ring, I'm afraid.
(gasps)
Oh, dear.
Repossessing stuff is the hardest part of my job.
Dear Marge,
By the time you read this, I will be gone.
You deserve all the finest things in the world,
and although I can give them to you,
they will be repossessed
and I will be hunted down like a dog.
Also, it has become clear
that your family doesn't want me here.
MRS. BOUVIER: Shut up with that pen scratching down there.
I will send you every cent I earn for the baby
but you will not see me again until I am a man.
(sobbing)
That is so sad.
Oh, come on, honey.
You know how it turns out.
After all, you wouldn't be here today
if I hadn't become
the responsible head of a household.
Hey Homer,
can we have a can of frosting for lunch?
Okay.
"You will not see me again until I am a man."
(sobbing)
Oh, Homer...
Homer!
There, there, dear. We're all in shock.
I thought he'd two-time you for a while first.
(gagging and choking)
This taco is full of hair.
Uh-huh.
There's your explanation.
(loud slurping)
-Ahhhh! -Shall we tell Marge where he is?
Nah, let her read about it in the society page.
Homer?! Oh...
Marge, listen, we just saw--
-Don't be stupid. -(grunts)
HOMER: Dear Marge, XXX
Homer.
Big shots with their stainless steel lunch boxes.
(honks horn)
(gasps)
They get doughnuts!
That's right.
All the colors of the rainbow.
Wow.
Marge, what are you doing up?
You need your rest, dear.
I heard a noise outside, and thought it might be Homer.
Ay! What the hell.
Marge, I've got 2 1/2 words for you.
Gulp 'n Blow.
Yeah, what do you want?
My husband by my side.
You want fries with that?
Homer?!
Marge?!
-Homer! -Marge!
Holy cow, you're as big as a house!
Homer, come home with me.
No, Marge, I just can't.
I mean, look at me. I'm a trainee.
They won't even tell me what's in the secret sauce.
And I can't buy you a decent wedding ring.
Any ring is fine, as long as it's from you.
Marge...
Pour vous.
Oh!
Would you mind if I took it off now?
The oil is burning my finger.
Oh, sure.
Homer, do you know why I married you?
'Cause I knocked you up?
No, because I love you.
Come home soon.
(growling)
MR. BURNS: That's it...
That's it... come closer...
(laughing wickedly)
Ironic, isn't it?
The hunter has become the hunted.
(laughing)
Oh, God, Smithers I feel so alive!
You the boss?
-Yes. -I'll call security, sir.
Well, listen to me, Mr. Big Shot,
if you're looking for the kind of employee
who takes abuse and never sticks up for himself,
I'm your man!
You can treat me like dirt and
I'll still kiss your butt and call it ice cream!
And if you don't like it, I can change!
Hold the phone, Smithers.
I like your attitude.
Feisty, yet spineless.
Sir, this man not only failed the aptitude test
he got trapped in a closet on his way out.
I don't care. I haven't been this impressed
since I first laid eyes on a young bootlick
named Wayland Smithers.
-You mean...? -Welcome aboard, son.
I got the job. I got the job!
Whoo hoo!
Only in America could I get a job.
Who was that young hellcat, Smithers?
-Homer Simpson, sir. -Simpson, eh?
I'll remember that name.
Marge, Marge!
You're a little late.
She's gone to the hospital.
The hospital?!
I'll drive you.
Thanks, Mom.
Don't ever call me that.
Marge! Marge, where's the baby?
Right where you left it.
-Shut up. -Hey listen, fat boy--
No, you listen.
This is my wife, and this is my kid,
and I'm paying for this delivery.
So if you wanna stay
you better give me some respect.
Homer, does this mean...?
Starting tomorrow, I'm a nuclear technician!
Good God!
And tomorrow morning, I'm gonna buy your ring back,
then I'm going house hunting.
Doesn't your job start tomorrow?
Somebody will cover for me.
Homer, that's-- Oh!
Step aside.
I'll deliver this baby.
Why don't you let me handle it, Homer.
Oh, a college boy, eh?
Homer, for God sakes, let him deliver the baby!
Homie, isn't he beautiful?
Hey, as long as he's got eight fingers
and eight toes, he's fine by me.
Oh, Bart!
Daddy's little angel.
Ah!
Why, you little--!
He did that on purpose!
How could he? He's only ten minutes old.
Bart, Lisa, come here for a minute.
You know, son, the day you were born
I received the greatest gift a man could have.
As the years went by,
your mother and I were blessed twice more,
and not a day goes by that
we don't thank God for all three of you.
Homer! I'm not pregnant!
Yeah! Whoa! Excellent, Marge!
Yes!
♪♪
Shh!
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