Okay, ladies. Let's all take out this month's book. Then open it, close it, and break out the wine!
“Women in Shorts” · Season 36
In this episode: Bernice Hibbert (4), Marge Simpson (3), Luann (3), Mamma (3), Nelson Muntz (2), Julius Hibbert (2), Lindsey Naegle (2), Luigi (2)
Luann, we're not feeling very "woo." What we're feeling is woo-ried.
Mm-hmm.
This is an intervention.
I don't have a problem with drinking.
It's not the wine.
Luann, you have an addiction to wine merch.
The question is: Do you want to live your life like this?
Oh! And I suppose all your throw pillows just say nothing. Anyway, it's not like it's hurting anyone.
Isn't it?
Luann, we're here for you.
But... but being a funny wine mom is my thing. I have absolutely nothing else in my life. [He starting to crying, Milhouse sighs]
You like coffee, right? What if your new personality was coffee?
Coffee merch doesn't get me there!
Chocolate?
"It's chocolate o'clock somewhere"? That makes no sense, Bernice.
How about "proud slut"?
Hmm... hmm... I love it.
Hi, Shauna!
Um. Who are you, freak? Besides a freaky freak, you freak.
I'm Malibu Stacy. You're Malibu Stacy. I came here from Malibu Stacy Land because a rea girl who plays with me needs my help. And that's you, Shauna.
You still play with dolls?
[Scoffs] No.
It's okay to be complicated. As women, we can encompass multitudes.
Encompass my fist! [He jumps and Stacy screams, he started to punch]
Yeah, get her!
Get out of here and leave me alone, loser! I'm so sorry. Meet me at home after school. We'll have a tea party, I love you so much.
[He started to punch again]
You're not fighting me! You're fighting your fears of growing up!
[He stop punching, he surprised, Malibu Stacy just smiled. Shauna kicks Malibu Stacy's head out of floor. Smithers had to get in the car. Malibu Stacy's head is over at Smithers. Smithers screams. Nelson yawns]
All right, good night, Nelly.
Mama, could you tell me a story? How about one from the Kingdom of the Classy Ladies?
[chuckles] Another one?
Aw, please! I never get tired of their adventures.
Well, once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess named Muntzeena. Oh, and she loved to dance with all of her friends atop the glittery stage of...
Lord Tracksuit's Manor!
One five eve, a party of Knights of the Order of the Bachelor from the Valley of Silicon were there, tossing much gold.
Did they bring a wizard with them who could control the weather?
Oh, they sure did. And boy, oh, boy, did he make it rain.
Oh, my hero.
No, mom. You're mine.
Ah, shut up.
Fun fact about Jennifer Garner, Marge. She'll take a night at home with the kids over a Hollywood premiere any day of the week.
I told you that.
Breaking news. Smoke 'em if you got 'em. A ship carrying America's entire supply of cigarettes has become lodged in the Panama Canal.
R, D, R, D, R, D. [After the ship was turn left, but he couldn’t do that, Horn blading in the ship, crowd laughing] Do you think the honking is helping? ‘Cause I don't!
Experts say the cigarette shortage could mean months before shelves are restocked and lungs re-blackened.
Oh, hey there, handsome. What's your name?
Dr. Julius Hibbert.
No, it's not.
Okay, okay, I'll give it a try. Ahem. Hello, stranger. Got any sexually transmitted diseases I should know about?
Ugh. My name is Lavern McCray. I'm a lingerie model.
Well, we have that in common.
You're a lingerie model?
No, uh, my name is also Laverne McCray. I-I mean Maverne MacDoolittle?
I want-a my mamma!
Eh, what you should want is a lawyer. How's about-a both?
[At Springfield Court, Judge Snyder pounds the gavel at Luigi]
[holding a pizza] It's-a not-a looking a-good, Mamma. They gonna send-a me away forever.
Counselor Mamma, your closing argument?
[Mamma grab the papers, and put them down. Mamma clears throat and starting to slap the people]
Don't you dare take-a my sweet, sweet, sweet baby boy to jail. You want to kill an old woman?
Next week, on the Mamma-At-Law... Civil forfeitures laws unfairly discriminate against low income communities.
I believe every great dish is born of dreams. I'll often awaken with a new creation fully formed in my head. Every morning, I go to the farmer's market to get inspired. Each ingredient becomes a character in the story of lunch. Today's story is, I have 14 bucks and 500 kids to feed. Salt. Fat. Acid. Heat. No, thanks.
I've eaten in restaurants all over the world, and Lunchlady Dora's doing things I never thought were possible... or legal. Someone needs to stop her. Maybe the government?
When I present my food, I want it to evoke an emotion. Panic.
Ah! [He fells]
So, hi. This is my first time on one of these sites. I'm not really sure how this works, but it's time to admit that I'm lonely. Janice passed away six months ago, and I'm finally ready to open my heart to a new enemy. We were at war for 50 years. Oh, God. What a nemesis she was. The most loathsome, sorry excuse for a human being you ever met. May she burn in Hell. I know you're not supposed to talk about your ex, but that relationship is a part of me. Anyway. Ever since I spit on her ugly grave, I've been alone. I'm looking for someone in my rage bracket. I'm not young. I don't have time to waste exchanging passive-aggressive emails or shooting hostile stares across the supermarket. I'm looking for a real commitment. [On phone] If you think that could be you, reach out. I just wanna make someone miserable for the rest of their worthless life. Hmph! [He chiming in phone]
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