The Simpsons s34e13 Episode Script

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Huh?
Stupid old couch.
Aah! What the
Hmm.
I always wondered what was down here.
You weren't worth the trouble up there,
and you aren't worth
the trouble down here.
- Homer.
- Huh?
It's me, kiddo.
The Mick.
My Mickey Mantle rookie card.
The greatest treasure of my youth.
I'm still in mint condition.
- Huh?
- Do you know how rare
- Aah!
- Mm.
My Rubik's Cube!
The greatest treasure of my youth.
Let's see here.
No-good pile of garbage!
Not the first time I've heard that.
Ha!
I know that voice.
ALF. Oh, ALF,
you were canceled too soon.
No, Homer, I was canceled
at exactly the right time.
Homer.
Homer, where are you?
Darn. I guess I should go.
Go? Ha!
You're part of the couch now.
Part of the couch.
- Aah!
- The key to solving me is patience.
Never!
What is this thread?
This couch is falling apart.
Hmm.
- Whoa.
- Home again, safe and sound.
Hey, knock it off.
Aah!
It's a fire!
Oh, my God, oh, my God!
At the Flanders'.
Flanders? Go back to sleep.
Ned, what's wrong?
I don't know.
Guess God just loves to test me.
Oh, look, here comes a truck.
Lord, thank you for this
tree that I'm about to hit.
I found a pregnancy test.
Yay!
How you doin'?
Ned Flanders, is everything okay?
Well, let's just say I may be okily,
but I'm definitely not dokily.
Aw. Dang it.
You've got to tell someone what's wrong.
Maybe we can discuss it
right now over cocoa.
Sure. Just let me get the mail.
Aah!
Do you ever question your life, Marge?
You ever say,
"What's the point of going to church
this Tuesday?"
- What?
- Sorry, sorry.
I've been going through a lot of stress.
Losing my hair where it counts most.
A postiche.
That's right. It converts to eyebrows.
It all started back when I
was briefly Bart's teacher.
You were Bart's teacher?
Oh, yes, I was.
You can look it up.
C, A, D, F, 12.
Those were his grades and
the days he was absent.
C, A, D, F, 12.
Geez, I really don't recall that.
Well, that job meant something to me.
It-it-it truly did.
Anyway, one day
This was right before the Supreme Court
ignored the Constitution
and blessedly let God
back in the schools.
Class, with all the troubles
in the world today, uh,
I'd like you to pause and take a moment
of silent contemplation.
Teacher, who should I pray to?
Don't say Jesus. Don't say Jesus.
Jesus. Pray to Jesus.
Okay, pal, hold it right there.
This is a public school.
No trying to save sinners!
Uh, y-yes, sir.
Are you praying for my soul right now?
- I am.
- That is the one and only thing
I can punish you for.
Get out!
Get out and stay out!
God loves you.
Nobody loves Willie!
I'd lost two wives, two jobs.
I desperately needed to hit
the pews and talk to the Lord,
but, uh, no such luck.
Then I saw a Catholic church.
Normally not a kneeler,
but, uh, beggars can't be choosers.
Can I help you, my friend?
What brings you here in such agita?
Oh, nothing you haven't heard before.
Out of work. Single father with two boys
full of mischief and mayhem.
Did you just blink?
No.
Maybe I could help you.
I'm always looking
for new opportunities.
I could be what do they call it
your angel investor.
My associates,
Mr. Rude and Dr. Jerkov.
- Whoa.
- Whoa! Look at me, I'm a doctor.
Now, what is it that you do?
I sell left-handed merchandise.
You don't say. I was left-handed myself
until the nuns beat it out of me.
Perhaps you and I could
go into business together.
I back your store and you
show your appreciation
at a later date.
This date may never come,
but, actually, it will.
And surprisingly soon.
Won't you accept help
from a sinister source?
Well, I
"Sinister" meaning "left-handed."
Well, sir, you seem like a godly man,
and I'm a wee bit desperate.
Let me do my due diligence
and get back to you.
You do your due.
You went into business with the Mob?
I googled him.
It said "legitimate business."
I never dreamed the Internet would lie.
Stupid, stupid, stupid Flanders.
At first, it was too good to be true.
Buy the scissors.
But I'm right-handed.
- How'd you like to be no-handed?
- Mm.
In my new Leftorium,
all was right.
And I did something
I hadn't done in, uh,
I don't know how long.
God help me, I smiled.
Flanders is in trouble with the Mob.
Finally, he does something cool.
Ned, no offense, but how could
you get mixed up with Fat Tony?
I mean, that sounds
like something I would do.
You're right.
Homer is stupid, all right.
"PhD" is how he spells "food".
All right, I'm stupid. That's enough.
Eh, it's funny.
It's true I do trust everyone I meet.
But I did ask some probing questions.
Buona fortuna. Things are good?
Uh, little too good.
So, I must ask, uh,
are you a good fella?
A goodfella?
Indeed I am.
And I heard you're a wise guy.
Some call me such.
I have to run an errand.
Come with me.
You're a little light.
Take-a my hat.
Take-a my second hat.
Uh, take-a my bald wig.
Ooh, if I knew that
mobsters like Italian food,
I would have-a stuck to the sushi.
I used to cut-uh the
fish and make-uh the rice
and serve-uh the fish
and chop-uh the thing.
They took me in as one of their own.
The record shows ♪
We took the blows ♪
And, Lord, we did it Thy ♪
Way. ♪
- This guy.
- This guy.
No, this guy.
Am I right?
I used to be this guy.
We had some of the most
intimate and vague conversations
I've ever been a part of.
So, did that thing
go down with our friend?
If you replace "that thing"
with "ice pick,"
"our friend" with "Benny the Barber"
and "down" with "into his eyeball,"
you may have your answer.
Did I miss anything?
We've been talking
about a lot of murders.
Eh, I mean, nothing.
- Something wrong, T?
- Business difficulties.
Time for another IKEA run.
Want to talk about it?
You know, I will talk about it. To you.
I have many operations.
One of those is, um, selling medicine
to, um, patients on the street,
as it were.
Aw.
But a rival, shall we say,
pharmacist from New Jersey
is trying to put the squeeze on me.
We may have to
go to the mattresses.
Well, a healthy night's
sleep is always important,
but I think you'd feel a lot better
if you did a few exercises from this,
uh, self-esteem workbook.
Che diavolo!
See, you can pencil your way
out of your "maze of miseries,"
draw a little frowny
face for self-expression.
Come on, you know you wanna.
I don't wanna.
Yes, you do.
All right, all right,
I'll draw the freakin' frown.
What do you know.
I actually feel better.
You just gave me the kiss of death.
And a pinch to grow an inch.
Then that wonderful
summer ended in a fall.
She walked in.
- What do you want?
- Hi.
I'm selling band candy and
I only need 2,000 more boxes
to go on a trip to Cincinnati
and then I'll be on my way.
No trouble.
Mr. Flanders?
Come with me.
You, the best man on our block,
accidentally joined a criminal gang?
Criminals? Criminals?!
Oh, my God.
I see it all now.
Well, you've got to get out of there.
So, Ned, who is this young lady
who has seen a lot
and possibly too much?
Just leave me alone,
Little Miss Busybody.
I find a place where I'm welcome,
but you know what's best for me.
- I just meant
- Well, maybe the real criminal
is the neighbor who borrows
my stuff and never returns it.
Your dad has my garage door opener.
- Why?
- Okay. Geez.
Just trying to sell band candy.
Put me down for a dozen.
Now scoot.
Oh
Um My friend,
do you mind if I have a word with you,
uh, about, uh
Hell?
Language. You disrespect this photo,
which I believe to be my mother.
Well sir,
I'll just come right out and say it.
You, my friend, are a rotten tomato.
Let me explain something to you.
You have aligned yourself
with a secretive organization
with many, many traditions
we are not proud of.
I know. You're Catholic.
You do not know.
You have joined "this thing of ours."
What thing of yours?
You know the thing.
I don't know the thing.
You people are less direct
than a corkscrew.
What the No. Whackery?
Well, as I told the people
at Equinox health clubs,
no matter what I signed, I want out.
-
- Oh!
I'm afraid from our association
there is only one way out.
Just checking
uh, what floor are we on?
First.
I'll pay for the window!
So, for safety,
I sent my boys to their grandpawpaw.
And thank You, Lord,
for the macaroni and the cheese.
And God bless the little
strings on our bananas.
Oh, man, oh, man.
How did my family tree
get such square roots?
But as for me,
I'm gonna tough this out at home.
Okay. Time for plan B:
asylum at the Church.
-
- Oh, dear God.
Papa just got himself
- a new set of trains.
-
All right.
Let's see what we've got here.
I-I don't know, Lou.
That yellow tape clearly says,
"do not cross."
Uh, that doesn't apply to cops, Chief.
I just want to know where
the hell is Ned Flanders.
Now, Flanders,
in the spirit of neighborliness,
you can hide in our garage until, uh
how does Thursday sound?
- Today's Thursday.
- You're welcome.
Poor Ned.
At least my kids are safe. Sort of.
- Oh, yeah.
- Mmm.
So, tough day at work?
No chitchat.
Where is he?
- Where is who?
- You know who.
I'm just a stupid nobody who
doesn't have any Flanders.
I mean answers.
I mean answers about Flanders.
You can't choke me from behind
if I'm standing in front of you.
Ooh.
Oh.
My friend, if you know something
and withhold from us,
it will not go well.
Mmm.
What he means is Oh, crap,
my fingernails are too sharp!
Aah! I can't see!
Oh, you did good, Homer.
You didn't stop them,
but you made them very mad.
We got him now as long
as he don't look back.
With that fat neck? Fuhgeddaboudit.
Oh, how many dinners can this guy have?
He eats more than Frankie Eats Too Much.
Our nicknames they're so judgmental.
Oh. Oh, God. Oh God. Where's Ned?
I don't know. I came back
to bring him fresh towels
and he disappeared.
He wouldn't just leave
without drying himself off.
He wouldn't!
No Flanders!
And who knew fatso had such a hot wife.
Eh, it's a sitcom thing.
King of Queens, Fred Flintstone,
Timmy and Lassie.
Such a beautiful dog.
Where the hell would Flanders go?
Well, this would be
a good time for a prayer.
Let's see.
May I suggest a prayer from
the Klingon Language Bible?
Even I think this is idiotic.
Eh, good luck.
Why are you here?
Because, deep down,
I believe you are a good man, Fat Tony.
The
Well, that's not your Christian name.
Let me call you Anthony.
Anthony.
Mama used to call me that.
Mm-hmm. And a man who loves his mother
as much as you do can't be all bad.
Mommy.
And someone who bought
that much band candy
must have a very soft heart.
Maybe I like candy.
You are right.
I'm hard on the outside
and soft on the inside.
Like the world's most murderous cannoli.
Knew it.
Repeat after me: I believe in God.
I believe in God.
The creator almighty.
The creator almighty.
Maker of Heaven and Earth.
Maker of Heaven and Earth!
And so on and so forth!
Now, take my hand in loving friendship.
Okay, kill him.
- What?
- I'm sorry, Ned.
But this is the business we've chosen.
Although you were tricked into it.
That's on me.
Any last requests?
Eh, just one.
Can I remove my mustache?
I I want to be
clean-shaven for the Lord.
He's wearin' a wire! Aah!
I told you to pat down his schnozz!
This whole time,
you've been working for the G.
Not the whole time.
But once a certain young lady
pulled the wool from my eyes
- I'd like to be a snitch.
- Okay.
But if things go south and
we have to pull you out,
you're gonna wind up
Mr. John Smith in Utah.
Oh, that's a dream I've always had.
I loved you, man.
You didn't even remember my birthday.
I sent you a card.
Belatedly.
- Flanders.
- Simpson.
I'm proud of you, man.
I can't believe someone in this town
finally put that guy in jail.
- Yeah.
- What's wrong?
Well, I miss 'em a little.
That guy can really kiss.
Stupid Flanders, you're a brave man.
I'm nothing special.
I take my shower in the
dark just like anybody else.
I can't believe it. Pushin' books.
And they're all Y.A.
The Fault in Our Stars.
Only one person dies and
they don't even get whacked.
I did like Divergent.
Lot of people get whacked.
This is gonna be one long 15-to-life.
Idiota!
Shh!