1. D'oh!
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2. Ladies and gentlemen...
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3. the Springfield Mall, in conjunction
with Nostalgia Licensing Corporation-
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4. Thank you.
I just wish Ben and Hoss and LittleJoe...
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5. and Hop Sing and Sheriff Roy
and all your favorites...
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6. could be alive today
to see this wonderful turnout.
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7. You know, on the series, we were always
trying to kill the Cartwrights.
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8. But it looks like Father Time
took care of that for us, right?
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9. - Am I right, folks?
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10. Oh, this sucks.
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11. Weren't there three
Indians last year?
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12. Look, Marge. They opened a new
high-tech gadget store.
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13. - You love high-tech gadgets.
- No, I don't.
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14. Like bull, you don't.
Come on.
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15. - Homer, please. You're hurting my arm.
- No, I'm not.
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16. Hey, Lise! Check out this
space-age toothbrush.
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17. - That's an electric nostril groomer.
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18. Night vision goggles?
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19. A bathroom scale
from a soviet sub?
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20. A suede briefcase case?
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21. Anyone who needs
this kind of status symbol...
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22. must have some terrible
emotional problems.
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23. Marge, look!
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24. "The world's best jacket."
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25. If I had this,
it would show everybody.
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26. Show everybody.
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27. Yes, finally. I would like to return
your quote, unquote "Ultimate Belt."
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28. I see. Do you have receipt,
quote, unquote "sir"?
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29. No, I do not have a receipt. I won it as
a door prize at the Star Trek convention...
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30. although I find their choice
of prize highly illogical...
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31. as the average Trekker
has no use for a medium-sized belt.
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32. Whoa, whoa.
A fat, sarcastic Star Trek fan.
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33. You must be a devil
with the ladies.
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34. Hey, l-
That- Oh.
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35. Gee, I hate to let you down, Casanova,
but, uh, no receipt, no return.
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36. I'll give you
four bucks for it.
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37. Very well.
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38. I must hurry back
to my comic book store...
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39. where I dispense the insults
rather than absorb them.
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40. Wow!
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41. I bet if God wore pants,
he'd have a belt like that.
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42. This isn't a belt.
It's a tactical pants retaining system.
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43. Check it out.
Compass, matches...
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44. whistle, saw, panic button,
squirrel snare, radon/lie detector...
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45. sphygmomanometer,
and it's even got turn signals.
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46. - Wow, neat!
- Uh-oh!
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47. Hey, Simpson,
wanna trade belts?
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48. Well, not really...
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49. 'cause yours is just
a piece of extension cord.
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50. - Hey, dude, he's raggin' on your cord.
- Get him!
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51. - No running!
- Time for a little evasive action.
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52. Hey, he's turnin'left!
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53. Help, help, help, help, help!
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54. I was hopin' it wouldn't come to this,
but you guys asked for it.
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55. Can't you read?
Call the police!
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56. - Hey, Dad.
- Looking good, Son.
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57. Hey! What happened
to your belt?
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58. Some bullies beat me up
and took it.
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59. Son, there's only one thing punks
like that understand- squealing.
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60. You've got to squeal to every teacher
and every grown-up you can find.
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61. Coming to me
was a good start.
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62. But then they'll just
beat me up even worse.
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63. Yes, they are a clever bunch.
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64. I know.
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65. I'll squeal for ya...
to their parents.
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66. That's for telling me how
to raise my lousy kid.
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67. - This is for the crummy life I've had to live.
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68. The thing is-
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69. Bart really loves that belt and-
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70. Hey, something's wrong with this guy.
He's not fallin' down.
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71. - Fun's over, fellas!
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72. If you're gonna beat up my friend in my bar,
there's a two-drink minimum.
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73. Geez, Homer, I never seen a guy
stand up to that kind of punishment.
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74. I mean, you took a three-man pounding
and didn't even fall down.
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75. Big deal. I didn't even get
my kid's belt back.
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76. The only thing a loser like me
is good for is taking beatings.
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77. There you go.
That's the spirit.
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78. Homer, I seen prizefighters couldn't
take a punch half as good as you.
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79. You know, boxin' might be
right up your alley.
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80. - Really?
- Oh, please. It's the good life, Homer.
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81. Some of these boxers, they eat steak
and lobster and salad bar all in a single meal.
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82. - Dressing?
- Their choice.
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83. You really think
I could do it?
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84. Well, I don't know. Are you man enough
to test every one of your limits?
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85. - Yes.
- And are you man enough...
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86. to throw a punch should
the opportunity arise?
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87. - Yes!
- And are you man enough to give me a 60% cut?
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88. - Yes!
- I'll take it.
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89. - Whoo-hoo!
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90. Now, Homer, if I'm gonna
manage your boxing career...
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91. I want you to have
complete faith in me.
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92. Come here.
Let me show you somethin'.
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93. Wow, I've never
been in here before.
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94. Yeah, well, when I realized we hadn't had
no ladies in here since 1979...
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95. I turned it into an office.
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96. You used to be a boxer
just like me?
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97. Yup.
They called me Kid Gorgeous.
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98. Later on,
it was Kid Presentable.
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99. Then Kid Gruesome.
And, finally, Kid Moe.
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100. - Hey, what's this?
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101. Oh, that-
that's my old spit bucket.
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102. Yeah, I've been
meanin' to empty that out.
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103. You know Lucius Sweet?
He's one of the biggest names in boxing.
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104. He's exactly as rich
and as famous as Don King...
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105. and he looks
just like him too.
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106. Yeah, he was my manager. Back when I was
Gorgeous, everybody wanted a piece of me.
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107. But, somehow,
I just never made it to the big time.
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108. - Why not?
- 'Cause I got knocked out 40 times in a row.
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109. - That, plus politics. You know, it's all politics.
- Lousy Democrats.
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110. Homer, of all the crazy
ideas you've had...
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111. this one ranks
somewhere in the middle.
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112. You're 38 years old,
you don't know how to box...
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113. and you haven't gotten any
exercise since grade school.
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114. Before you even consider this,
I insist you consult a doctor.
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115. No problemo.
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116. - A competent doctor!
- D'oh!
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117. Well, sir,
you more than meet...
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118. every one of this state's requirements to box,
wrestle or be shot out of a cannon.
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119. That's what we get for living
in a state founded by circus freaks.
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120. You have an absolutely unique genetic
condition known as "Homer Simpson Syndrome."
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121. - Oh, why me?
- Don't worry. It's quite beneficial.
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122. Your brain is cushioned by a layer of fluid
one eighth of an inch thicker than normal.
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123. It's almost as if you're wearing a football
helmet inside your own head.
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124. Why, I could wallop you all day with this surgical
two-by-four without ever knocking you down.
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125. But I have other
appointments.
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126. All right, Homer.
Let's see the left.
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127. Okay.
Let's see the right.
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128. Just a second.
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129. - When you're ready.
- All right, I'm ready.
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130. Wait a minute.
All right.
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131. Wait a minute.
Just a sec.
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132. Okay, punching isn't your thing,
but that's okay.
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133. You're not
that kind of fighter.
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134. What you're gonna do is stand there while your
opponent gets exhausted from over-punching.
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135. - Then I can just push him over.
- That's right.
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136. And if the ref's not looking,
you can kick him a couple of times.
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137. Who's gonna
knock you down?
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138. - No one!
- When are you gonna fight back?
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139. - Never!
- What are you gonna do?
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140. - Nothin'!
- That's my boy!
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141. Man, you'd never
get me into a ring.
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142. Boxing causes
brain damage.
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143. Okay, you're fightin'
a guy named Boxcar Bob.
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144. Brawled his way up from
the boxcars, did he?
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145. Uh, no, not yet.
He still lives at the train yard.
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146. But he's a hungry
young fighter.
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147. In fact, he's actually
fightin' for a sandwich.
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148. Homer, I want you
to have my lucky mitts.
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149. I hope you do better
with 'em than I did.
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150. Gee, thanks, Moe.
What's this?
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151. Ah, that's the barbed wire.
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152. We, uh-We called that "the stinger."
They don't let you use that no more.
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153. - No matter how much he hits you...
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154. you don't do nothin', okay?
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155. You don't wanna get drawn
into a boxin' match here.
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156. Way to go, Dad!
Take those punches.
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157. Man, that tramp's got
the energy of a hobo.
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158. Yeah, he never stops punching,
except to check out his bindle.
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159. He's not fallin'down at all.
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160. Okay, Homer, he's tired!
He's tired! Now's your chance!
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161. Nudge him!
Nudge him!
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162. Hello, Moe.
Delightful to see you again.
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163. Lucius! Hey, what's a glitterati
like you doin' in my dump?
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164. I thought you were
managing the champ.
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165. Yes, managing Drederick
has been my highest priority...
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166. even though he is temporarily incarcerated
for pushing his mother down the stairs.
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167. But with his
impending release...
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168. I've been strategizing for his glorious return
to the shores of'Fistiana."
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169. Uh, what?
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170. His comeback fight.
You know, boxing.
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171. Oh. Oh, man. Yeah, well, who's donatin'
his body for that one, huh?
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172. Well, word is you manage a stalwart young
pugilist who cannot be knocked down.
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173. Homer?
You want Homer to fight Tatum?
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174. Well, the fans are weary
of fights that are over...
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175. before they have an opportunity
to even get drunk.
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176. I just need a body who
can sustain verticality for three rounds.
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177. Yeah, but Homer's no boxer.
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178. He's- He's just a freak.
Tatum will fustigate him.
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179. Well, fustigation aside, Moe,
you've got a choice.
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180. You can either sit here in the ladies' room
with your faded memories...
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181. or you can take your
last shot at the big time.
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182. And I can make it happen.
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183. Three rounds.
That's all I ask.
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184. I gotta be honest
with you, Homer.
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185. - I didn't bring you up here
to show you my new tar paper.
- You didn't?
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186. No. Homer, how would you like to be
heavyweight champion of the world?
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187. - Oh, sure.
- Great. All you gotta do is fight Drederick Tatum.
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188. It's this Saturday.
Here's your parking pass.
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189. Ooh, "general."
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190. Who's Drederick Tatum anyway?
Is he another hobo?
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191. Uh, you know what?
I'm gonna have to check on that.
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192. Well, I trust you, Moe.
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193. If you say I can beat this guy,
then he doesn't stand a chance.
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194. Hey, guys, come on.
Shut up.
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195. - Sorry, Champ.
- It was Jerry.
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196. - Champ, do you feel remorse
for your crime?
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197. Oh, yes. Believe me.
My God.
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198. If I could turn back the clock on my mother's
stair-pushing, I would certainly reconsider it.
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199. [Man #2] Drederick, uh, what do you
think of Homer Simpson?
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200. I think he's a good man.
I like him.
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201. I got nothing against him, but I'm definitely
gonna make orphans of his children.
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202. [Man #3] Uh, they do have
a mother, Champ.
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203. Yes, but I would imagine
that she would die of grief.
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204. - Thank you, thank you...
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205. but the champ has no time
for further queries.
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206. This parole hearing
is over.
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207. - [Man #4] I wanted to know
what he was like in prison.
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208. Homer, why are they saying you're going
to fight Drederick Tatum?
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209. Uh, well, uh...
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210. I was gonna surprise you,
but, um...
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211. happy anniversary,
baby!
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212. - Have you lost your mind?
- Oh, come on.
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213. I'll make a fortune
for one night's work.
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214. We can have all the things
we always dreamed of-
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215. a snooty butler,
carpeted carports...
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216. those blue cupcakes
they sell sometimes-
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217. - But you'll get killed!
- Marge! Will you let me finish?
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218. Plug-in room deodorizers,
front and rear spoilers for the car.
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219. Mom's right, Dad. The odds against
you winning are a thousand to one.
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220. Well, I don't think
it's that unlikely.
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221. Those are the odds
they're givin' in Vegas.
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222. All right, I think we've heard just about
enough from Mr. Newspaper today.
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223. Society put Drederick Tatum
away for his brutal crime.
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224. But he's paid his debt,
and now he's going to get revenge...
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225. on Homer Simpson.
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226. - That's your daddy.
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227. T-shirts!
Get your T-shirts.
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228. Tell 'em where you been
by wearin' a T-shirt!
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229. You'll be okay, Dad.
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230. Just make sure he hits you an even number
of times, so you don't end up with amnesia.
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231. Moe, I'm so glad I found you. Please, promise
me you won't let Homer get hurt.
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232. Hey, hey, I'm not
the villain here, okay?
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233. If Homer gets killed in the ring tonight,
it'll be because of your negative attitude.
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234. - There, I said it.
- Listen to me.
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235. The instant that Homer's
in any kind of danger...
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236. I want you to throw in this towel
and stop the fight.
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237. Right, all right, all right,
I promise, okay?
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238. Thank you.
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239. Celebrities at ringside
tonight-
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240. Star of the McBain action films, and featured
player in the Hollywood prostitution scandal-
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241. - Rainier Wolfcastle!
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242. TVanchorman and Springfield
institution, Mr. Kent Brockman!
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243. - This just in. Go to hell!
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244. From the world
of organized crime...
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245. - say hello to Anthony "Fat Tony'"D'Amico!
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246. And the ruiner
of events worldwide-
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247. title fights, the Super Bowl,
and the Nixon funeral-
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248. - ladies and gentlemen, the Fan Man!
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249. Aw, cripes!
Now I gotta comb this side over.
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250. All right, Homer,
I'm not gonna lie to you.
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251. There's a good chance
you can beat Tatum.
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252. But you gotta visualize how
you're gonna win, okay?
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253. Gotcha.
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254. A congenital heart defect
has apparently felled Tatum...
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255. moments before he could
step into the ring.
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256. And, now, please welcome back
into decent society...
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257. ladies and gentlemen,
the heavyweight champion of the world...
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258. Drederick Tatum.
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259. Let's get ready to rumble!
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260. And to challenge the irresistible
force of Tatum...
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261. we have
the immovable object.
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262. He's been called
the Brick Hit House...
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263. and is also known
as the Southern Dandy...
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264. - Homer Simpson!
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265. You do remember
our arrangement?
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266. - Yeah, don't worry. You'll get your three rounds.
- Stupendous.
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267. Because if he goes down
before that bell rings...
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268. your future's
going with him.
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269. Okeydoke. Future down the crapper.
Gotcha.
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270. Due to popular demand,
we will forgo our national anthem.
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271. And, now,
ladies and gentlemen...
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272. let's get ready to rumble!
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273. Okay, Homer, nothin' to be worried about.
Just-
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274. Wow! I've never seen Dad
hit somebody like that before.
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275. What are you
talking about?
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276. - Isn't Dad the one in the black trunks?
- No.
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277. - Uh-oh.
- What? What? What am I missing? What?
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278. And there's Tatum showboating for the crowd.
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279. Aw, geez,
only six seconds in.
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280. That a boy, Homer!
Keep dancin'.
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281. Showing utter disdain
for his opponent's abilities...
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282. Tatum is taking a short mid-round breather
to converse with actor Charlie Sheen.
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283. You know what's great there
is the sea bass.
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284. They do it blackened or sautéed.
It's stupendous.
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285. Okay, break it up!
Break it up, you two.
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286. Homer! Homer, he's not
going to get tired!
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287. You've got to hit him back!
Hit him back!
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288. That cactus is right.
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289. I've only got one chance.
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290. I've got to knock him out.
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291. Hang in there, Homer!
Only 440 more seconds.
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292. He's gettin'
his second wind.
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293. No, he's gettin' killed!
He's gonna die on his feet.
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294. I can't watch this. I gotta get outta here.
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295. - Kill the bum!
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296. Somebody stop the fight!
Where's the doctor?
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297. Kill him!
Kill him!
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298. It looks like it's all over.
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299. Tatum wants to finish this
with one punch.
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300. And here it comes.
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301. Oh, my God! Simpson's manager has flown
into the ring and is airlifting him out.
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302. Ladies and gentlemen,
whatever dignity remained in boxing...
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303. is literally flying
out the window.
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304. Are you an angel?
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305. Yes, Homer. I'm an angel.
All us angels wear Farah slacks.
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306. But you stopped the fight.
Won't everyone be mad at you?
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307. Ah, let 'em be mad. The only thing
that matters to me is you're safe.
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308. - D'oh!
- Sorry.
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309. Homer, your manager obviously
loves you very much.
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310. Lucius, would you
do that for me?
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311. Absolutely, I would.
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312. Now get in the van.
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313. You couldn't even give me
one lousy round, Moe.
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314. You will always be a loser.
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315. Now take your check for a hundred thousand
dollars and get out of my sight.
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316. I don't need
your stinkin' money!
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317. Oh, Homie,
are you okay?
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318. I can't remember
where we parked.
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319. Oh, that's all right.
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320. We'll just wait
till everyone else leaves.
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321. I got your tooth, Dad.
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322. Uh, not mine.
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323. Thank you, Moe. I know you gave up
your dreams for Homer.
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324. Well, what do dreams
matter, Marge?
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325. I was able to stick up
for a pal.
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326. Well, so long, Springfield.
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327. - Where are you goin'?
- Oh, nowheres in particular.
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328. I just need
some time to think.
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329. Hey, you give me
that contraption back!
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330. - Shh!
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