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Sharp, stabbing pains... in my stomach.
Oh dear, I've heard of this.
Do you feel a shooting pain in your arm?
Both arms, ma'am.
Temporary loss of vision?
Who said that? Come closer.
Yes, dear?
Uh maybe... uh, one more dish. Make it double cappuccino chocolate fudge.
Oooh, your third bowl... I think you may be on the mend. Is there anything else I can get you?
Hmmm, perhaps the TV?
Of course. Homer!?
Bring the television up. Bart's got his vision back!
I wish I had Amoria Phlebitis.
Everyone knows you're faking it, Bart.
Well, everyone better keep their mouths shut.
You're gonna have to fail that history test sooner or later.
I've got my bases covered.
Hey Milhouse, what did I miss in school today?
I have hair!... I have hair!
Nothing much. Lewis made Richard laugh milk through his nose.
Oh, you don't say? What about that history test?... Huh? Piece of cake, huh? So listen, what'd you get for Number one? Uh huh. Number two?... Oh yeah, that sounds right.
Here you go, Mrs. Krabappel. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.
Hey, Dr. J.
I think what we have on our hands here is a classic case of what laymen refer to as fear of failure. As a result, Bart is an underachiever. And yet he seems to be... how should I put this...? Proud of it?
Hmmm...
One of his problems may be his short attention span, which can lead to...
Blah, blah, blah... blah, blah, blah, blah.
Hmmm huh.
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah ...
Every other student in the class has shown at least some form of improvement and yet you continue to struggle. Why is that?
I dunno.
Okay... okay! Why are we dancing around the obvious? I know it. You know it. I am dumb. Okay? Dumb as a post. Do you think I'm happy about it?
There, there, Bart. You're just a late bloomer.
Oh... I wish it were that simple. As shameful and as emotionally crippling as it may be, I'm afraid my recommendation is for Bart Simpson to repeat the fourth grade.
What! You can't hold me back. I'll do better, I promise.
Well, maybe it would help him to be left back. It won't be so bad, Bart.
No, I mean it. You can't hold me back. I swear I'm gonna do better. Look at my eyes. See the sincerity, see the conviction, see the fear. As God is my witness, I can pass the fourth grade.
And if you don't, at least you'll be bigger than the other kids.
Get off the bus or forever hold your peace, little dudes.
Otto, you know I respect you. I mean you always let us throw stuff at cars and try to tip the bus on sharp turns...
Damn thing never goes over, does it?
So what's in your head, little man?
Well, I've been failing a lot of tests recently.
Yuh huh.
And now they're talking about holding me back in the fourth grade if I don't shape up.
That's it? Hey, relax man. It could end up being the best thing that ever happened to you. I got held back in the fourth grade myself -- twice. And look at me, man. Now I drive the school bus.
I'm afraid my recommendation is for Bart Simpson to repeat the fourth grade. Repeat the fourth grade. Repeat the fourth grade. Repeat the fourth grade.
Look, lady. I got a peptic ulcer, a wife hocking me for a new car, and I need a root canal. Will you quit bugging me about this stupid pirate.
Long John Silver, Dad.
Thanks a lot, son.
Yo! Little help!
I said little help! Throw me the ball, Poindexter.
Oh, I'm sorry, Bart. I'm unfamiliar with the rules of your sport. I didn't want to interfere with a ball in play.
Well, back to the forecastle of the Pequod.
Hm, hey, Martin.
I have hair! Look! Look!
You have your ball back. I have nothing else of value.
I need you to help me get a passing grade.
Well, you do need someone's help to get a passing grade but I don't know why that someone should be me.
Because I can make it so the other kids don't laugh at you so much.
They... laugh at me? I'd always considered myself rather popular.
You're not. Watch!
Then my-my speed with numbers... my years of service as a hall monitor... my prize winning diaramas... these things mean nothing to them?
Perhaps another demonstration.
Very well. You have made your point, Bart.
Then it's a deal.
All righty. Let's have a look-see at your study area.
Study area?
Yes, your-your sanctuary from the hurly-burly of modern life.
Well, there's a desk under that junk over there.
Oh. No, no, no, no. This won't do at all. We're gonna have to clean up this room. And we'll clearly need a few ferns in here. No study area is complete without adequate plant-life.
Only geeks sit in the front seat. From now on you sit in the back row. And that's not just on the bus. It goes for school and church, too.
So no one can see what you're doing.
Oooh. I think I understand. The potential for mischief varies inversely with one's proximity to the authority figure.
Well yeah, but don't say it like that.
Pretty soon you will be ready to try it with a real book.
"We hold these truths to be self-evident.,we hold these truths to be self-evident,7
4357,15,49,(WINFIELD'S HOUSE: EXT. WINFIELD'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS),317000,false,,215,,WINFIELD'S HOUSE,,,
4213,14,205,"Martin Prince: Who would have thought that pushing a boy into the girls' lavatory could be such a thrill? The screams
Great, Martin. Now, the big test is tomorrow and I haven't even started to study...
Who cares about some test? Life's too short for tests.
Hey! I thought we had a deal.
The Martin Prince you made a deal with no longer exists. Come on fellows, to the arcade.
Bart, it's past your bedtime.
This is hopeless.
Well, old timer... I guess this is the end of the road. I know I haven't always been a good kid. But if I have to go to school tomorrow, I'll fail the test and be held back. I just need one more day to study, Lord. I need your help.
Prayer, the last refuge of a scoundrel.
A teacher's strike, a power failure, a blizzard. Anything that'll cancel school tomorrow. I know it's asking a lot, but if anyone can do it, you can. Thanking you in advance, your pal, Bart Simpson.
Wake up Bart, rise and shine, little guy. Time to wake up.
Oh? No, no.
Wake up and look at the snow.
Huh? Whoa, Good morning, world!
Rise and shine Springfield residents! It's the Bill and Marty Show. He's Bill.
He's Marty.
Two grown men who can't get enough of each other...
And it looks like we've got some snowformation for all those flake lovers out there.
Hmmm hmmm.
Springfield Electric, Gas and Water plants are closed for the day...
Oh now, don't forget the nuclear power plant, Bill. That's closed too.
Whoo hoo! All right!

Sharp, stabbing pains... in my stomach.

Oh dear, I've heard of this.

Do you feel a shooting pain in your arm?

Both arms, ma'am.

Temporary loss of vision?

Who said that? Come closer.

Yes, dear?

Uh maybe... uh, one more dish. Make it double cappuccino chocolate fudge.

Oooh, your third bowl... I think you may be on the mend. Is there anything else I can get you?

Hmmm, perhaps the TV?

Of course. Homer!?

Bring the television up. Bart's got his vision back!

I wish I had Amoria Phlebitis.

Everyone knows you're faking it, Bart.

Well, everyone better keep their mouths shut.

You're gonna have to fail that history test sooner or later.

I've got my bases covered.

Hey Milhouse, what did I miss in school today?

I have hair!... I have hair!

Nothing much. Lewis made Richard laugh milk through his nose.

Oh, you don't say? What about that history test?... Huh? Piece of cake, huh? So listen, what'd you get for Number one? Uh huh. Number two?... Oh yeah, that sounds right.

Here you go, Mrs. Krabappel. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.

Hey, Dr. J.

I think what we have on our hands here is a classic case of what laymen refer to as fear of failure. As a result, Bart is an underachiever. And yet he seems to be... how should I put this...? Proud of it?

Hmmm...

One of his problems may be his short attention span, which can lead to...

Blah, blah, blah... blah, blah, blah, blah.

Hmmm huh.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah ...

Every other student in the class has shown at least some form of improvement and yet you continue to struggle. Why is that?

I dunno.

Okay... okay! Why are we dancing around the obvious? I know it. You know it. I am dumb. Okay? Dumb as a post. Do you think I'm happy about it?

There, there, Bart. You're just a late bloomer.

Oh... I wish it were that simple. As shameful and as emotionally crippling as it may be, I'm afraid my recommendation is for Bart Simpson to repeat the fourth grade.

What! You can't hold me back. I'll do better, I promise.

Well, maybe it would help him to be left back. It won't be so bad, Bart.

No, I mean it. You can't hold me back. I swear I'm gonna do better. Look at my eyes. See the sincerity, see the conviction, see the fear. As God is my witness, I can pass the fourth grade.

And if you don't, at least you'll be bigger than the other kids.

Get off the bus or forever hold your peace, little dudes.

Otto, you know I respect you. I mean you always let us throw stuff at cars and try to tip the bus on sharp turns...

Damn thing never goes over, does it?

So what's in your head, little man?

Well, I've been failing a lot of tests recently.

Yuh huh.

And now they're talking about holding me back in the fourth grade if I don't shape up.

That's it? Hey, relax man. It could end up being the best thing that ever happened to you. I got held back in the fourth grade myself -- twice. And look at me, man. Now I drive the school bus.

I'm afraid my recommendation is for Bart Simpson to repeat the fourth grade. Repeat the fourth grade. Repeat the fourth grade. Repeat the fourth grade.

Look, lady. I got a peptic ulcer, a wife hocking me for a new car, and I need a root canal. Will you quit bugging me about this stupid pirate.

Long John Silver, Dad.

Thanks a lot, son.

Yo! Little help!

I said little help! Throw me the ball, Poindexter.

Oh, I'm sorry, Bart. I'm unfamiliar with the rules of your sport. I didn't want to interfere with a ball in play.

Well, back to the forecastle of the Pequod.

Hm, hey, Martin.

I have hair! Look! Look!

You have your ball back. I have nothing else of value.

I need you to help me get a passing grade.

Well, you do need someone's help to get a passing grade but I don't know why that someone should be me.

Because I can make it so the other kids don't laugh at you so much.

They... laugh at me? I'd always considered myself rather popular.

You're not. Watch!

Then my-my speed with numbers... my years of service as a hall monitor... my prize winning diaramas... these things mean nothing to them?

Perhaps another demonstration.

Very well. You have made your point, Bart.

Then it's a deal.

All righty. Let's have a look-see at your study area.

Study area?

Yes, your-your sanctuary from the hurly-burly of modern life.

Well, there's a desk under that junk over there.

Oh. No, no, no, no. This won't do at all. We're gonna have to clean up this room. And we'll clearly need a few ferns in here. No study area is complete without adequate plant-life.

Only geeks sit in the front seat. From now on you sit in the back row. And that's not just on the bus. It goes for school and church, too.

So no one can see what you're doing.

Oooh. I think I understand. The potential for mischief varies inversely with one's proximity to the authority figure.

Well yeah, but don't say it like that.

Pretty soon you will be ready to try it with a real book.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident.,we hold these truths to be self-evident,7

4357,15,49,(WINFIELD'S HOUSE: EXT. WINFIELD'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS),317000,false,,215,,WINFIELD'S HOUSE,,,

4213,14,205,"Martin Prince: Who would have thought that pushing a boy into the girls' lavatory could be such a thrill? The screams

Great, Martin. Now, the big test is tomorrow and I haven't even started to study...

Who cares about some test? Life's too short for tests.

Hey! I thought we had a deal.

The Martin Prince you made a deal with no longer exists. Come on fellows, to the arcade.

Bart, it's past your bedtime.

This is hopeless.

Well, old timer... I guess this is the end of the road. I know I haven't always been a good kid. But if I have to go to school tomorrow, I'll fail the test and be held back. I just need one more day to study, Lord. I need your help.

Prayer, the last refuge of a scoundrel.

A teacher's strike, a power failure, a blizzard. Anything that'll cancel school tomorrow. I know it's asking a lot, but if anyone can do it, you can. Thanking you in advance, your pal, Bart Simpson.

Wake up Bart, rise and shine, little guy. Time to wake up.

Oh? No, no.

Wake up and look at the snow.

Huh? Whoa, Good morning, world!

Rise and shine Springfield residents! It's the Bill and Marty Show. He's Bill.

He's Marty.

Two grown men who can't get enough of each other...

And it looks like we've got some snowformation for all those flake lovers out there.

Hmmm hmmm.

Springfield Electric, Gas and Water plants are closed for the day...

Oh now, don't forget the nuclear power plant, Bill. That's closed too.

Whoo hoo! All right!