jamesliu23/simpsons · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Cute little guy.
He's startin' to come around.
You look a little pale, son.
All right. Twelve big ones and free grub to boot. Viva skid row. Hey, it's that anchor dude from channel six.
Oh yeah. He's doing one of those be thankful for what you got stories.
Oh, we have lots of names for these people... Bums... Deadbeats. Losers. Scums of the earth. We'd like to sweep these people into the gutter. Or, if they're already in the gutter, to some other out-of-the-way place. Oh, we have our "reasons": They're depressing. They wear ragged clothes. They're "crazy". They smell bad...
Hey, listen, man...
Wait, I'm going somewhere with this. So every year one lone conscience-salving day -- we toss these people a bone. A turkey bone. And that's supposed to make it all better.
...No, you won't find Freddie the Freeloader, or Emmett Kelly, or even Charlie Chaplin's beloved Little Tramp down here.
Pompous, blow-dried, college boy!
You know, his girlfriend is the weather lady.
You don't say.
Everyone, Lisa wants to read us a poem she's written.
"Howl of the Unappreciated", by Lisa Simpson. "I saw the best meal"...
It's Bart!
What show is this?
And how long have you been on the streets?
Goin' on five years, Kent.
Son, your family may be watching, is there anything you'd like to say?
Yes, there is, Kent. Ha! Ha! I didn't apologize!
Oh, no! My sweet little Bart!
Hello, operator? Gimme the number for 911!
Hey, thanks for your help, fellas. This reporter smells another local Emmy.
Yeah, we're rootin' for you, guy.
Hey, you got some place to sleep tonight, Bart?
Yeah, there's this family I kind of hang out with.
Sounds pretty sweet.
Yeah, I guess it is.
See you at Christmas.
A...listen, guys I was thinking, uh... unless you'd feel weird about taking money from a kid...I thought maybe...
I wouldn't feel weird. Would you?
No, I'm comfortable with it.
Will you forget the report! He's down at the rescue mission!
Nah, we checked. He's long gone.
Can you think of any reason he might have run away? Anything at all?
Well uh, we did kinda yell at him... and sent him to his room... and tried to force him to apologize to his sister.
Uh, huh.
And I said he ruined Thanksgiving...
Oh... I see.
Best Thanksgiving ever, eh boy?
Goodbye. Sorry.
I'm sure Bart will be back.
I'd say something comforting. But, you know, my voice.
Let's go. If I'm not back at the home by nine, they declare me legally dead and collect my insurance.
Homer, this is a terrible thing that's happened, but we can't blame ourselves.
We can, and will!
Children need discipline. You can ask any syndicated advice columnist.
Marge, are we ever gonna see him again?
Hmmm... should I... or shouldn't I...
Hey, everybody. I'm home.
Bart? You're home!
Oh, my special little guy! We were so worried!
Oh it's great to have you back, boy! We were afraid we'd lost you!
Welcome back. Bart! I'm sorry we had such a terrible fight.
Bart, isn't there something you'd like to say to your sister?
Okay. I'm sorry, too.
No, no, no! That won't do at all!
Yeah, boy. Get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness.
Yeah, beg me, Bart. Beg me!
Lisa, I beg of you. Please forgive me.
Now we can blame him for everything.
It's your fault I'm bald!
I'm sorry.
It's your fault I'm old!
I'm sorry.
It's your fault I can't talk.
It's your fault America has lost its way.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
I'm sorry all right! Sorry I came back here!
My wiffle balls, my frisbees, my water rockets... I've hit the jackpot!
A sellout crowd at the Super Bowl, Simpson down by six with two seconds left! Simpson fades back. He's got Simpson in the open...
Touchdown, Simpson! The boy nobody wanted just won the Superbowl!!!
Dear Log, my brother is still missing, and maybe it's my fault because I failed to take his abuse with good humor. I miss him so much already, that I don't know...
Hey, Lis! Lisa! It's me, Bart!
Bart...?! Where are you?
Shh! I'm on the roof!
Bart, what are you doing up here? Everybody's worried.
Really? Did they cry?
Bulls-eye!
Bart, why did you burn my centerpiece?
Ah, come on...
Was it because you hate me, or because you're bad?
I don't know! I don't know why I did it! I don't know why I enjoyed it! And I don't know why I'll do it again!
Just tell me you're sorry.
Why should I?
But I only got up to go to the can.
Damn, no spots.
Bart, the only reason to apologize is if you look deep down inside yourself and you find a spot, something you wish wasn't there, because you feel bad you hurt your sister's feelings.
Leave me alone!
Just look!
Okay... okay.
Hmmm, hmmm. Looking for the spot... Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm... Still checking. This is so stupid... I'm not gonna find anything... Just because I wrecked something she worked really hard on and I made her cr... Uh-oh!
I'm sorry, Lisa.
Apology accepted.
You know Marge, we're great parents!
Oh Lord, on this blessed day, we thank thee for giving our family one more crack at togetherness. Amen.
Live from the Springfield Center for the Performing Arts, the Wrestling Match of the Century.
Today Rasputin, The Friendly Russian...
Hey, didn't he used to be the Mad Russian?

Cute little guy.

He's startin' to come around.

You look a little pale, son.

All right. Twelve big ones and free grub to boot. Viva skid row. Hey, it's that anchor dude from channel six.

Oh yeah. He's doing one of those be thankful for what you got stories.

Oh, we have lots of names for these people... Bums... Deadbeats. Losers. Scums of the earth. We'd like to sweep these people into the gutter. Or, if they're already in the gutter, to some other out-of-the-way place. Oh, we have our "reasons": They're depressing. They wear ragged clothes. They're "crazy". They smell bad...

Hey, listen, man...

Wait, I'm going somewhere with this. So every year one lone conscience-salving day -- we toss these people a bone. A turkey bone. And that's supposed to make it all better.

...No, you won't find Freddie the Freeloader, or Emmett Kelly, or even Charlie Chaplin's beloved Little Tramp down here.

Pompous, blow-dried, college boy!

You know, his girlfriend is the weather lady.

You don't say.

Everyone, Lisa wants to read us a poem she's written.

"Howl of the Unappreciated", by Lisa Simpson. "I saw the best meal"...

It's Bart!

What show is this?

And how long have you been on the streets?

Goin' on five years, Kent.

Son, your family may be watching, is there anything you'd like to say?

Yes, there is, Kent. Ha! Ha! I didn't apologize!

Oh, no! My sweet little Bart!

Hello, operator? Gimme the number for 911!

Hey, thanks for your help, fellas. This reporter smells another local Emmy.

Yeah, we're rootin' for you, guy.

Hey, you got some place to sleep tonight, Bart?

Yeah, there's this family I kind of hang out with.

Sounds pretty sweet.

Yeah, I guess it is.

See you at Christmas.

A...listen, guys I was thinking, uh... unless you'd feel weird about taking money from a kid...I thought maybe...

I wouldn't feel weird. Would you?

No, I'm comfortable with it.

Will you forget the report! He's down at the rescue mission!

Nah, we checked. He's long gone.

Can you think of any reason he might have run away? Anything at all?

Well uh, we did kinda yell at him... and sent him to his room... and tried to force him to apologize to his sister.

Uh, huh.

And I said he ruined Thanksgiving...

Oh... I see.

Best Thanksgiving ever, eh boy?

Goodbye. Sorry.

I'm sure Bart will be back.

I'd say something comforting. But, you know, my voice.

Let's go. If I'm not back at the home by nine, they declare me legally dead and collect my insurance.

Homer, this is a terrible thing that's happened, but we can't blame ourselves.

We can, and will!

Children need discipline. You can ask any syndicated advice columnist.

Marge, are we ever gonna see him again?

Hmmm... should I... or shouldn't I...

Hey, everybody. I'm home.

Bart? You're home!

Oh, my special little guy! We were so worried!

Oh it's great to have you back, boy! We were afraid we'd lost you!

Welcome back. Bart! I'm sorry we had such a terrible fight.

Bart, isn't there something you'd like to say to your sister?

Okay. I'm sorry, too.

No, no, no! That won't do at all!

Yeah, boy. Get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness.

Yeah, beg me, Bart. Beg me!

Lisa, I beg of you. Please forgive me.

Now we can blame him for everything.

It's your fault I'm bald!

I'm sorry.

It's your fault I'm old!

I'm sorry.

It's your fault I can't talk.

It's your fault America has lost its way.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

I'm sorry all right! Sorry I came back here!

My wiffle balls, my frisbees, my water rockets... I've hit the jackpot!

A sellout crowd at the Super Bowl, Simpson down by six with two seconds left! Simpson fades back. He's got Simpson in the open...

Touchdown, Simpson! The boy nobody wanted just won the Superbowl!!!

Dear Log, my brother is still missing, and maybe it's my fault because I failed to take his abuse with good humor. I miss him so much already, that I don't know...

Hey, Lis! Lisa! It's me, Bart!

Bart...?! Where are you?

Shh! I'm on the roof!

Bart, what are you doing up here? Everybody's worried.

Really? Did they cry?

Bulls-eye!

Bart, why did you burn my centerpiece?

Ah, come on...

Was it because you hate me, or because you're bad?

I don't know! I don't know why I did it! I don't know why I enjoyed it! And I don't know why I'll do it again!

Just tell me you're sorry.

Why should I?

But I only got up to go to the can.

Damn, no spots.

Bart, the only reason to apologize is if you look deep down inside yourself and you find a spot, something you wish wasn't there, because you feel bad you hurt your sister's feelings.

Leave me alone!

Just look!

Okay... okay.

Hmmm, hmmm. Looking for the spot... Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm... Still checking. This is so stupid... I'm not gonna find anything... Just because I wrecked something she worked really hard on and I made her cr... Uh-oh!

I'm sorry, Lisa.

Apology accepted.

You know Marge, we're great parents!

Oh Lord, on this blessed day, we thank thee for giving our family one more crack at togetherness. Amen.

Live from the Springfield Center for the Performing Arts, the Wrestling Match of the Century.

Today Rasputin, The Friendly Russian...

Hey, didn't he used to be the Mad Russian?