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And this must be Lisa and Maggie... and you must be my new father, Homer.
Affectionate little Albanian, isn't he?
Cesar, look! We are rich!
These won't fit us, but we can sell them.
And a red hat for you, Maurice.
Hey, come on guys. Quit being so grabby.
Sorry, man. Be my guest.
You may find his accent peculiar. Certain aspects of his culture may seem absurd, perhaps even offensive. But I urge you all to give little Adil the benefit of the doubt. In this way, and only in this way, can we hope to better understand our backward neighbors throughout the world.
Thank you, Principal Skinner. Thank you, fellow students. Although I have only been in your country a few days, I have already found Americans to be most... trusting. Although officially I am required to hate you, I want you to know I do not feel it in my heart.
Hurry up, boy. My grapes are waiting for their water.
How can you defend a country where five percent of the people control ninety-five percent of the wealth?
I'm defending a country where people can think and act and worship any way they want.
Can not.
Can, too.
Can not.
Can, too.
Please, please kids. Stop fighting. Maybe Lisa's right about America being a land of opportunity, and maybe Adil has a point about the machinery of capitalism being oiled with the blood of the workers.
Your father is right. We should not fight. Friends?
Well, okay.
Well, now that that's settled, I'll just clear the dishes.
No, no, Mrs. Simpson. You have been oppressed enough for today. I will clear the dishes.
Oh. Okay.
Did you see that? You know, Marge, this is the way I've always wanted it to be. We've become a fully functioning family unit. We've always blamed ourselves, but I guess it's pretty clear which cylinder wasn't firing.
Your paper-thin commitment to your children sends shivers down my spine. May I be excused?
Oh, she's just jealous. She'll get over it, and if she doesn't, we can always exchange her.
Just kidding.
Mmm. Good sausage.
Yes, pass me the wine.
Can I have something to go with my turnip?
Quiet! When you work like a man, we will feed you like one.
Now, go to sleep.
Hey! Hey! Come on. Move it, pal.
You leave Maurice alone. The floor is good enough for you. You go to sleep there.
Nice and cozy, Adil?
Yes, thank you, Father.
Look, Adil. You can call me Dad.
All right, Dad.
Aww. You called me dad.
Dad, do you think I could come visit you at the nuclear power plant?
You want to see where I work?
Oh, yes, very much.
None of my biological kids ever wanted to see me at work.
Then I can go?
Well, I'll have to pull a few strings with the boys in Security, but sure, you bet.
Excellent.
Now watch me. You grab the grape between your thumb and forefinger and gently twist it off and drop it in the bucket.
Now you do it.
Very good. Now do it a million times.
See these? American donuts. Glazed, powdered, and raspberry filled. Now how's that for freedom of choice?
Dad, do you think I might see your plutonium isolation module?
Uh... maybe. Hold on a second.
Hey, Lenny. Does this place have one of those plutonium isolation deals?
Yeah, over in Sector Twelve.
Sector Twelve?
Third floor by the candy machines.
Oh, that Sector Twelve.
Come along, Adil.
Ungrateful swine! We give you food, we give you shelter, and this is how you repay us.
You little shutterbug.
Cheese!
Ugh, ugh, ugh. Stu-pid grapes... Bunch of creeps... I hate France. Ugh!
You sure have taken a shine to little Adil.
Well, he sure makes life a lot easier around here. You have to admit that.
Well, okay, I will. If you admit you love Bart.
Okay, okay. I love Bart. Well...
Oh... Adil's a very sweet boy.
Darn tootin'.
Sparrow to Nest. Sparrow to Nest. Stand by for transmission.
I told you the Sparrow would not fail.
Dear Bart, How is France? I don't know why you haven't written. I guess you're just having too much fun.
Yeah, right.
Silence!
Everyone here in the United States is fine. We think Maggie may say her first word any day now. Lisa got an A in Math, which I'm only mentioning as news -- I'm not putting you down. And your father, well... last night he went to sleep talking about how much he loves you.
Remember to dress warm and try to be as helpful as you can to your adopted parents.
All my love, Mom.
This will be our finest vintage ever.
But it's only been fermenting for three days.
Prison? Oh, my.
Hi, Sideshow Bob.
Whenever I find my faith in a higher power shaken, I always think of the miracle of anti-freeze. Too much can be poison. But the right amount gives wine just the right kick. Mais dans les proportions voulues, ca donne du corps au vin.)
You put in too much. It may kill someone.
Kill someone? Don't be ridiculous.
What are you doing? Get out of here.
On second thought, Bart, Bart, come here. Watch, I bet it won't even blind him.
Drink this.
Uh, no thanks.
Do not worry. This is France. It is customary for children to take a little wine now and then.
Yeah, but it's got anti-freeze in there.
Drink it!
He sees well enough. Now, go buy a case of anti-freeze.
But it is raining outside. Let's make the wine tomorrow.
We have already waited three days.
Then send the boy.
Oh, Bart!
You're a policeman, aren't you?
I am sorry. I do not speak English.
But you gotta help me. These two guys I'm staying with, they work me day and night, they don't feed me, they make me sleep on the...
Here you go, little boy. Have a piece of candy. Tiens, petit garcon, voila un bonbon.)
I don't want a piece of candy, I need your hel--
Come on, mister. Can you help me?

And this must be Lisa and Maggie... and you must be my new father, Homer.

Affectionate little Albanian, isn't he?

Cesar, look! We are rich!

These won't fit us, but we can sell them.

And a red hat for you, Maurice.

Hey, come on guys. Quit being so grabby.

Sorry, man. Be my guest.

You may find his accent peculiar. Certain aspects of his culture may seem absurd, perhaps even offensive. But I urge you all to give little Adil the benefit of the doubt. In this way, and only in this way, can we hope to better understand our backward neighbors throughout the world.

Thank you, Principal Skinner. Thank you, fellow students. Although I have only been in your country a few days, I have already found Americans to be most... trusting. Although officially I am required to hate you, I want you to know I do not feel it in my heart.

Hurry up, boy. My grapes are waiting for their water.

How can you defend a country where five percent of the people control ninety-five percent of the wealth?

I'm defending a country where people can think and act and worship any way they want.

Can not.

Can, too.

Can not.

Can, too.

Please, please kids. Stop fighting. Maybe Lisa's right about America being a land of opportunity, and maybe Adil has a point about the machinery of capitalism being oiled with the blood of the workers.

Your father is right. We should not fight. Friends?

Well, okay.

Well, now that that's settled, I'll just clear the dishes.

No, no, Mrs. Simpson. You have been oppressed enough for today. I will clear the dishes.

Oh. Okay.

Did you see that? You know, Marge, this is the way I've always wanted it to be. We've become a fully functioning family unit. We've always blamed ourselves, but I guess it's pretty clear which cylinder wasn't firing.

Your paper-thin commitment to your children sends shivers down my spine. May I be excused?

Oh, she's just jealous. She'll get over it, and if she doesn't, we can always exchange her.

Just kidding.

Mmm. Good sausage.

Yes, pass me the wine.

Can I have something to go with my turnip?

Quiet! When you work like a man, we will feed you like one.

Now, go to sleep.

Hey! Hey! Come on. Move it, pal.

You leave Maurice alone. The floor is good enough for you. You go to sleep there.

Nice and cozy, Adil?

Yes, thank you, Father.

Look, Adil. You can call me Dad.

All right, Dad.

Aww. You called me dad.

Dad, do you think I could come visit you at the nuclear power plant?

You want to see where I work?

Oh, yes, very much.

None of my biological kids ever wanted to see me at work.

Then I can go?

Well, I'll have to pull a few strings with the boys in Security, but sure, you bet.

Excellent.

Now watch me. You grab the grape between your thumb and forefinger and gently twist it off and drop it in the bucket.

Now you do it.

Very good. Now do it a million times.

See these? American donuts. Glazed, powdered, and raspberry filled. Now how's that for freedom of choice?

Dad, do you think I might see your plutonium isolation module?

Uh... maybe. Hold on a second.

Hey, Lenny. Does this place have one of those plutonium isolation deals?

Yeah, over in Sector Twelve.

Sector Twelve?

Third floor by the candy machines.

Oh, that Sector Twelve.

Come along, Adil.

Ungrateful swine! We give you food, we give you shelter, and this is how you repay us.

You little shutterbug.

Cheese!

Ugh, ugh, ugh. Stu-pid grapes... Bunch of creeps... I hate France. Ugh!

You sure have taken a shine to little Adil.

Well, he sure makes life a lot easier around here. You have to admit that.

Well, okay, I will. If you admit you love Bart.

Okay, okay. I love Bart. Well...

Oh... Adil's a very sweet boy.

Darn tootin'.

Sparrow to Nest. Sparrow to Nest. Stand by for transmission.

I told you the Sparrow would not fail.

Dear Bart, How is France? I don't know why you haven't written. I guess you're just having too much fun.

Yeah, right.

Silence!

Everyone here in the United States is fine. We think Maggie may say her first word any day now. Lisa got an A in Math, which I'm only mentioning as news -- I'm not putting you down. And your father, well... last night he went to sleep talking about how much he loves you.

Remember to dress warm and try to be as helpful as you can to your adopted parents.

All my love, Mom.

This will be our finest vintage ever.

But it's only been fermenting for three days.

Prison? Oh, my.

Hi, Sideshow Bob.

Whenever I find my faith in a higher power shaken, I always think of the miracle of anti-freeze. Too much can be poison. But the right amount gives wine just the right kick. Mais dans les proportions voulues, ca donne du corps au vin.)

You put in too much. It may kill someone.

Kill someone? Don't be ridiculous.

What are you doing? Get out of here.

On second thought, Bart, Bart, come here. Watch, I bet it won't even blind him.

Drink this.

Uh, no thanks.

Do not worry. This is France. It is customary for children to take a little wine now and then.

Yeah, but it's got anti-freeze in there.

Drink it!

He sees well enough. Now, go buy a case of anti-freeze.

But it is raining outside. Let's make the wine tomorrow.

We have already waited three days.

Then send the boy.

Oh, Bart!

You're a policeman, aren't you?

I am sorry. I do not speak English.

But you gotta help me. These two guys I'm staying with, they work me day and night, they don't feed me, they make me sleep on the...

Here you go, little boy. Have a piece of candy. Tiens, petit garcon, voila un bonbon.)

I don't want a piece of candy, I need your hel--

Come on, mister. Can you help me?