1. D'oh!
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2. Ooh!
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3. - McBain to base.
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4. Under attack by Commie Nazis.
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5. They won't stop me from delivering
these UNICEF pennies.
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6. Go, pennies.
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7. Help the puny children who need you.
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8. Wow. McBain is really buffed up.
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9. You could grate cheese on those abs.
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10. Yeah. But can he do this?
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11. - I surrender.
- Not so fast.
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12. That's what I call breakneck speed.
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13. Mom, a man just died.
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14. Anyway, it's time for the church picnic.
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15. What? They had a picnic last week.
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16. No, they didn't. You just brought
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17. If God didn't want us
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18. he would have made gluttony a sin.
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19. Ah, the joke's on you.
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20. We borrowed that jar
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21. So you just shot your own mustard.
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22. Aw, nuts.
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23. - Ooh. Still plenty of parking.
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24. Nice to see you, Homer.
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25. Yeah. Out of my way, whoever you are.
You're blocking the food.
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26. Ah, there's nothing like
a good old-fashioned picnic.
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27. How's my kite doing, Smithers?
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28. Oh, it's, uh, soaring
majestically, sir.
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29. - You're it.
- We'll see about that. After him, Smithers.
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30. Aaah! You're not it!
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31. Gentlemen, the game
is capture the flag.
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32. - Rod, ladies pick first.
- Okay. I choose... Todd.
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33. Oh! Oh! Oh!
Bart! Bart! Bart!
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34. Over here! Over here!
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35. - Um, I'll take-
- Rick me! Rick me!
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36. Nelson.
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37. Saving the best for last, huh, Bart?
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38. Yeah. That must be it.
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39. I pick my dad. Do you want to play
capture the flag, Daddy?
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40. We- Sports on a Sunday?
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41. Hmm. I better check
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42. Oh, just play the damn game, Ned.
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43. Yeah. Well, if you get a grown-up,
then so do we.
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44. - I pick my dad.
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45. - Him?
- Well, you'd be surprised.
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46. He gets pretty competitive
when he's drinking.
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47. Come on, Dad.
We're playing capture the flag.
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48. Sorry, Son.
Daddy's down for the day.
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49. Why don't you go capture me
some more potato salad.
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50. But Rod picked his dad.
It's a matter of family honor.
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51. Flanders is playing?
Why didn't you say so?
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52. Oh. It appears...
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53. I will have to find a new
fortress of solitude.
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54. - Okay, Dad. They've got our
flag guarded pretty good.
- I agree. Let's surrender.
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55. No. Wait. I have a plan.
But I'll need your underpants.
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56. Hmm. All right. But don't lose 'em.
They're my only pair.
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57. I got it!
I got the flag!
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58. - Get him! Get him! He's getting away!
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59. Stupid kids.
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60. Pin him!
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61. - This isn't the flag.
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62. It looks more like- Ew!
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63. Suckers. Go, Dad!
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64. - He's gettir away!
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65. Come on, Dad. Just a few more feet.
Show 'em what you got.
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66. Go! Get him! Go! Go!
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67. Tag him! Tag him!
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68. - Tag him! Quick! Tag him!
- Time out!
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69. - Time out!
- Oh, I don't think he can get up.
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70. - Let's egg him!
- Yeah!
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71. Ow! Stop it!
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72. Hey. He's trying to turn over.
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73. I've never seen Bart so ashamed of me.
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74. Oh, Marge. How could you let me
let myself go like this?
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75. Me? I'm not the one
who puts butter in your coffee.
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76. Yeah. Well, I've humiliated
my son for the last time.
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77. - I'm going to get into shape.
- Whatever you say, sweetie.
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78. No. I mean it.
I'm really serious this time.
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79. Okay, honey. Okay.
I'll start taking in all your slacks.
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80. - Okay, boy.
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81. I want you to keep this exercise thing
under your hat.
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82. - That way, I won't be embarrassed if I fail.
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83. - Oh, great. Now the cat knows.
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84. Okay. Here we go.
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85. Oh!
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86. Look, Son. Daddy got in shape.
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87. Oh.
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88. I've gotta keep trying.
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89. Or I could just move that picture.
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90. No. The picture
looked good where it was.
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91. Boy, drag me back outside.
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92. D'oh!
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93. Hey!
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94. - Hmm?
- So what will it be, Mr. Simpson?
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95. Your usual bucket of ice cream
covered with miniature pies?
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96. Uh, don't you have
anything healthy here?
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97. Oh, well, we do have
some low-salt candy bars...
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98. and some reduced-fat soda.
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99. And our beef jerky
is now nearly rectum-free.
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100. Hey. These Powersauce bars
look pretty healthy.
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101. Oh, yes. That is a new item.
No bar contains more applesauce.
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102. Hmm.
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103. "A bushel of apples
packed in each bar...
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104. "plus the secret ingredient
that unleashes...
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105. the awesome power of apples."
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106. Wow!
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107. "Gym"? What's a "gym"?
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108. Oh. A "gym."
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109. Ow. Ow.
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110. Boy, I'm feeling this. Ow.
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111. Ooh, my head's gonna be sore in the morning.
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112. Excuse me.
You're doing this station all backwards.
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113. - Let me show you how to do it like a man.
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114. Rainier Wolfcastle!
Oh, I love your movies...
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115. and your Powersauce bars
and your taught, rippling-
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116. Hey, hey, hey. That's enough.
Now step over to the Abdominator...
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117. and I will shout slogans at you.
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118. - Push. Harder.
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119. Go past the max. Reach over the top.
Master your ass.
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120. Wow, Wolfie. Two months ago
I didn't know what the word dumbbell meant.
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121. - This place is great.
- Mm-hmm.
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122. Hello, handsome.
Nice muscles.
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123. Care for a rubdown?
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124. Oh! Well, I'm flattered
but spoken for.
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125. Oh, what the heck.
Give me your number.
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126. Dad, what have you done
to your stomach?
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127. - And your chest.
- And your shirt!
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128. I have been working out secretly at night.
And look at me now!
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129. Oh, my goodness gracious!
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130. Go ahead. Try and grab some flab.
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131. Go on! No. Not there.
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132. Not there either.
Over here.
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133. - I've got some.
- No. Here. Try my foot.
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134. No. Not that foot.
Just feel my biceps.
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135. - Ooh!
- Whoa!
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136. Well, what do you think
of your old man now, Son?
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137. - Whoa!
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138. Damn right.
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139. How can you put
that filth into your bodies?
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140. My casserole is not filth.
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141. - Eat it.
- Look at you people.
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142. Bart's a tub.
Lisa's weak as a little girl.
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143. And Maggie doesn't seem
to be growing at all.
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144. - Now that's just not-
- You too, Marge.
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145. If you toned up a little, you'd probably get
a lot more action.
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146. Homer, stop insulting us and eat your filth.
Food. I mean food.
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147. Sorry. I only eat food in bar form.
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148. When you concentrate food, you unleash
its awesome power, I'm told.
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149. That's why I'm compressing
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150. into one handy, mouth-size bar.
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151. - Hmm.
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152. - Hospital, please.
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153. Homer, please remember
to wipe your sweat off that machine.
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154. I got a terrible rash yesterday.
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155. You know Rainier Wolfcastle?
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156. Yeah. He helped me blast through
the burn and ride the zone.
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157. Yo, yo, Rainier, my man.
How you doir?
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158. I thought you'd be here
pumping those guns.
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159. We've come up with a killer promotion
for Powersauce bars.
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160. - Picture this. You-
- I love it.
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161. - climb the highest mountain in Springfield.
- The Murderhorn.
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162. Are you crazy?
That's suicide.
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163. Sure! For experienced mountain climbers.
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164. But you're a movie star.
And you'll have the Powersauce edge.
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165. Not for all the applesauce
in Glückenschlabel.
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166. My dad could do it. He eats 50 dollars' worth
of Powersauce bars a day.
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167. Overshoot the extreme.
Max the envelope and so on.
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168. Wow. He's really been paying attention
to our slogans.
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169. Brad, a word?
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170. New angle: Joe Schlub eats Powersauce bar,
becomes world's mightiest man.
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171. It's believable.
That's what I like about it.
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172. - Congratulations, sir.
- Huh?
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173. You're gonna be the first man
to climb the Murderhorn.
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174. I am?
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175. Uh, no.
That's it over there.
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176. Yeah. That's it.
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177. Just to the right
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178. Oh.
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179. Okay. Mountain climbing supplies.
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180. Rope. Ice ax.
Heart medicine.
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181. Son, don't go up that mountain.
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182. You'll die up there,
just like I did.
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183. You? "Did"?
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184. Sure. It was the winter of'28.
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185. The Butter Baby Flapjack Company
sponsored me and a fella named McAllister.
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186. We were almost to the top
when we ran low on supplies.
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187. Heroically,
I gave him the last short stack.
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188. Then that glory hog took all the supplies
and headed for the top alone.
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189. I fell 8,000 feet onto
a pile of jagged rocks.
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191. I was jitterbugging that very night.
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192. But that skunk McAllister
was never seen again.
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193. But that skunk McAllister
was never seen again.
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194. If you're trying to scare me,
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195. I'm 100% focused on my goal.
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196. Hey. My hat has earflaps.
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197. And when he reaches the top,
Mr. Simpson here...
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200. Wait. Is "contempt"
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201. Homer, you're the world's
greatest hero.
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202. Do you owe it all to Powersauce?
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203. That's right, Brad and Neil.
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204. I only eat Powersauce,
the bar with "applesauceicity."
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209. Aw. Good-bye, everyone.
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210. - Don't touch my stuff.
- Dad, wait.
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211. You're not risking your life
just to impress me, are you?
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212. Well, yeah.
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213. Oh, cool. Now get goir.
Chop-chop.
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He can't fail.
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218. Bart, this climb is the most difficult ordeal
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Only four vertical miles to go.
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220. D'oh!
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221. Huh?
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224. - Wake up, you lazy Sherpas.
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226. Get sauced with Powersauce. Neil?
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227. Our top story: Homer Simpson
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229. Brad, could Homer
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231. No way, Neil.
Oh. This just in.
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234. Hey! You guys are dragging me
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236. - Frankly, we don't care.
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237. Well, my son does.
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238. I'm going to climb
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239. Then technically shouldn't you
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240. Shut up!
You are so fired!
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241. - Whoo-hoo!
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242. Homer Simpson here. I've sent the Sherpas home,
and I'm heading for the top- solo.
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243. Are you crazy?
You'll never make it.
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244. The hell I won't.
You're forgetting I've got my Powersauce bars.
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245. Wake up, Homer.
Those bars are just junk.
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246. They're made of apple cores
and Chinese newspapers.
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247. Hey. Deng Xiaoping died.
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248. Homer, listen to me. Turn back now!
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249. Forget it. I'll be at the top by noon.
Over and out.
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252. Doctors say he may not have
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253. Oh, Dad's gonna die,
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255. Don't worry, kids.
Your father will be okay...
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- Uh, Mom.
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260. Ooh. Getting light-headed.
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261. Good.
No heavy head to carry.
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263. Huh?
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264. D'oh!
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265. Just a few feet more.
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266. I did it.
I made it all the way to-
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267. Aw, crap!
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268. It just keeps going!
I give up.
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269. You beat me, mountain!
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270. At least I won't freeze to death.
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271. "Last entry: I have mountaineered
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272. "but the peak is unclimbable.
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273. "Worse still, that treacherous skunk,
Abe Simpson...
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274. stole my oxygen
and tried to eat my left arm."
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276. "Tell my beloved wife
my last thoughts were of her...
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277. "blinding and torturing Abe Simpson.
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278. Cheerio."
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279. My dad's a disgrace, just like Bart's dad!
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280. Me!
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281. This may not be the top,
but it's as close as a Simpsors ever gonna get.
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282. This is for you, Son.
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284. Wait a minute.
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285. I'm on the top.
I actually did it!
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286. I climbed the unclimbable mountain!
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287. Bow down before me, everyone,
for I am your king!
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288. Family to Dad.
Family to Dad.
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289. - Come in, Dad.
- Uh, I'm pretty sure he's dead, little girl.
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290. Here. Have a Powersauce bar.
It's on the house.
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291. Hey. Something's comir down
the mountain- fast!
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292. Oh, no! He fell!
I can't look!
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293. - Hi.
- Oh, Homie! You're alive!
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294. Oh, Marge.
I never thought you'd see me again.
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295. Where in the world
did you find a sled on top of the-
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296. - We're too late. He's dead.
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Crazy as a-
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302. Why don't you tell me, Son?
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303. See any interesting flags up there?
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304. All I see is a pole.
Maybe the flag fell off.
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You made it to the top.
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307. You're the coolest dad ever.
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308. Thanks, Bart.
That makes it all worthwhile.
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309. - Is that your wallet?
- D'oh!
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