Scenes with Marge Simpson 593
[Homer is staring at a bowling ball, trying to think of a way to increase business at the bowling alley]
[Cut to outside the bowling alley, Homer is firing a shotgun into the air while people around him run away, screaming]
Bowling! Bowling here! Get your bowling! Who's ready? Bowling!
[in the present] Mom, make Dad tell the story right!
Marge
That's what really happened.
[As the family leaves the compound, they pass a sign reading "You are now entering Australia".]
Hey, G.I. Joe, your sign's broken. We're already in Australia.
MMarine
Actually, Sir, the embassy is considered American soil, Sir.
Really? Look, boy, now I'm in Australia. [hops over the line] Now I'm in America. Australia! America!
Marge
Homer, that's enough.
[The Marine decks Homer, knocking him down.]
MMarine
Here in America, we don't tolerate that kind of crap, Sir!
[in a bar]
Ooh! Give me one of those famous giant beers I've heard so much about. [the bartender lifts a can of Foster's the size of a half keg in front of him]
BBartender
Something wrong, Yank?
[disappointed] Noo... It's pretty big, I guess.
Marge
I'll just have a cup of coffee.
Marge
No, I said coffee.
Marge
Cof-fee.
BBartender
[still not understanding] Be-ear?
Marge
C-O...
SOStore Owner
[sweeping a bunch of toads out] Get out, get out! Shoo, shoo. Get out of here, yuck! These bloody things are everywhere. They're in the lift, in the lorry, in the bond wizard, and all over the malonga gilderchuck.
CClerk
They're like kangaroos, but they're reptiles, they is.
Marge
We have them in America. They're called bullfrogs.
CClerk
What? That's an odd name. I'd have called them "chazzwazzers".
[Homer's debt to Patty and Selma has been revealed, meaning Homer is no longer bound by agreement to be subservient to his in-laws.]
Marge
Homer, is this projection accurate? Did you borrow money from my sisters?
I don't know, Marge. I can't be expected to keep track of all wheelings and dealings.
He blew all your savings on jack-o'-lanterns.
[Homer throws Patty outside first then accidentally throws Marge by mistake; Homer runs to get Marge into the house.]
Sorry, Marge. (kiss) [Homer then throws out Selma] I never want to see you again! You either.
OK, Marge, I'll plan everything: we can have the reception at Moe's. Wait. Why not have the whole wedding there? We'll do it on a Monday morning. There'll be fewer drunks.
Marge
Homer, don't be offended, but I've obtained a court order to prevent you from planning this wedding.
[looks through the papers of the court order] Well, these seem to be in order. I'll be out back in the hammock.
[Skinner shows up furious with Bart's class]
Well, children, I don't know what you did to all those substitutes, but it's going to stop now. Leopold!
[Vice Superintendent Leopold quickly walks in and intimidates Bart's class.]
LLeopold
All right, you listen up, you little "freaks"! The fun stops here: you're going to shut your stinking traps and behave, dammit! This is one substitute you're not going to screw with!
[Martin and Wendell swallow uncomfortably]
LLeopold
[pleasantly] ...Marge Simpson!
[Marge happily walks in and Bart swallows uncomfortably.]
Marge
Hi, class! Hi Bart...over here, sweetie. It's me, Mom. Hi! Hey! Hello?
[Bart groans in embarrassment as his class [save for Milhouse] laughs at him.]
[Bart makes his case clear to Marge]
Look, Mom, it feels really weird having you on my turf. How would you feel if I started mopping the floor?
Marge
I'd be thrilled. You can start right now.
Marge
And I'm going to keep teaching your class, like it or lump it.
Well, then, I guess I'll just have to get into the crawlspace again.
[Bart is disgusted that Marge isn't listening to him about not teaching his class and runs off in the crawlspace to hide from her]
Marge
I hate it when he [Bart] gets in there.
[She pounds the wall with a broom, while Bart refuses to leave.]
Man, these are primo seats. I could really go for a hotdog.
Marge
Homer, this is an operation!
VVendor
Hotdogs! Get your hotdogs here!
And I won't rest until all of Springfield knows the name Bleeding Gums Murphy!
And I won't rest until I've gotten a hotdog.
Marge
Homer, this is a cemetery.
VVendor
Hotdogs! Get your hotdogs here!
Marge
What do you do, follow my husband around?
VVendor
Lady, he's putting my kids through college.
Marge
Hello, Mr. Hutz.
I'll have you know the contents in that dumpster are private! You stick your nose in, you'll be violating attorney-dumpster confidentiality.
Marge
I just wanted to say hello.
Oh. Hello..heh... [Marge walks off; Hutz torches the contents in the dumpster]
Mom, I know your intentions are good but aren't the police the protective force that maintains the status quo for the wealthy elite? Don't you think we ought to attack the roots of social problems instead of jamming people into overcrowded prisons?
Marge
[pauses] Look Lisa, it's McGriff, the Crime Dog! [uses a hand puppet] Hey, Lisa, help me bite crime, ruff, ruff!
[Homer and Marge enjoy a day at the spa, lounging in a sauna]
Marge
This is soooo relaxing. Homie, this is a wonderful idea.
Hehehe, yeah. If that Mafia guy weren't staring at us, I'd take off my towel.
MGMafia Guy
[off-camera] Aw don't mind-a me. Look, I do it first.
[The sound of a towel dropping to the floor is heard. Homer and Marge stare uncomfortably]
Marge
Hmm. Bart, what's wrong? There's something a little off about your hug.
Mom, I need to tell you something. I kind of --
Marge
[interrupts] Let me guess. A mother can always tell. [hugs him a bit] Hmm. It's not fear of nuclear war. [hugs him more] It's not swim-test anxiety. It almost feels like you're missing something...something important.
[eager] Like I don't have a soul?
Marge
[chuckles] Aw, honey, you're not a monster.
I would like to say grace. [saying grace, while knowingly poking fun at Bart] Lord, have mercy on my soul... and Mom's soul, and Dad's soul, and Maggie's soul. And let every soul in Christendom-
[Bart furiously throws a meatball at Lisa]
Marge
Bart!
I can't take this anymore! I want my soul, and I want it now! [runs out]
Bart! You didn't finish your spaghetti and Moe-balls!
HSHomer's brain
Silence, you fool. It can be ours.
[eats Bart's spaghetti, mouthful] Run, boy! Run! Run for your life... boy.!