jamesliu23/simpsons · Datasets at Hugging Face

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Huh? What the? I know you -- come back here...
Bart, you promised me you wouldn't watch that trash! Now go to your room.
Man, I wish I was an adult so I could break the rules.
Oh great.
Here, I brought some imported generic beer.
Thank you, Barney. How many people are coming, Homer?
Just a select circle of my friends.
Oh Hello, Mrs. Homer. I have brought an assortment of jerkies.
Oh, didja swipe those from work?
Certainly not. What has been implied here?
Oh, no sir, there is no love lost between these two warriors. In fact, we almost had a scuffle earlier today, at the weigh-in.
I understand you have a special motivation going into this bout.
Yeah, I want to dedicate this fight to my manager Vinnie, who got me here, and then passed away just two weeks ago.
Any response to that?
Yeth, I would also like to dedicate thIS fight to the memory of his deceased manager.
You can't do that!
I can do whatever I want!
You dedicate the fight to your manager, man!
I just want to call attention to the fact that I'm not watching this fight. It's my form of non-violent protest.
Hey, Homer, I brought ya...
Quick, it's Moe. I gotta hide the mugs...
All right, will you... Hey, go protest outside will ya, now!.
Hey, Homer. I brought you a mug.
Oooh, thank you, Moe! I always wanted one of these.
Mr. Burns! Bart... quick. Hide the stuff I "borrowed" from work.
All right, the stuff I stole from work!
Oh, okay.
Now, c'mon. Take all this, and this, put it in the closet.
Will you quit staring at me like that!
Oh, hello, Simpson.
We were just in the neighborhood and thought we'd drop by.
Ugh, ah, hello, Mr. Burns. Would you like to watch the fight?
The fight? Don't mind if I do. Oh, Simpson. Good news -- I brought some munchies. Smithers -- the Cheetos.
Are you Homer Simpson?
Word on the street is that you have an illegal cable hook-up.
No... No I... It wasn't me... It was it was my wife's, my wife's idea... yeah, yeah... I would never...
Hey, hey, settle down big fella.
We were, whoa, we were just wondering if we could watch the fight?
Oh, sure, sure. Be my guest.
Lisa, I brought you some lemonade for your protest.
Thanks, Mom. It doesn't seem to be going very well.
Well, don't give up. When you love somebody you have to have faith that in the end they will do the right thing.
The Challenger learned how to fight in the notorious projects of Capital City and honed his skills while serving time for aggravated assault and manslaughter in Springfield Prison.
All right, a local boy!
For five years I was, I was incarcerated, away from my family and the mothers of my children. The conditions were irrevocable.
Oh, no.
Marge, Lisa, Maggie...
Shake hands. Keep it clean.
Come on, boy.
Excuse me. I hate to interrupt your judging me, but I wanted you to know I've made a couple of really important decisions. Number one: I'm cutting the cable as soon as the fight's over. And Number Two: I'm not very fond of any of you.
Dad, we may have saved your soul.
Yeah, at the worst possible time.
Eight... nine... ten...
This fight is history! Stick a fork in it, it's done. A stunning knockout by a thunderous bolo punch in the closing seconds of the twelfth round, and Drederick Tatum is the new Champion of the World!
Everyone to my place for blueberry Squishees and microwave burritos!
The greatest fight ever and I missed it.
We're really proud of you, Dad.
What a donnybrook game, Mr. Burns.
Oh, hogwash! Why, I once watched Gentleman Jim Corbett fight an Eskimo fellow bare-knuckled for a hundred and thirteen rounds. Back then, of course, if a fight lasted less than fifty rounds, we demanded our nickel back.
Cable clippers, please.
Here you go, Homie.
Go for it Dad!
Dad, I beg you to reconsider. Tractor pulls, Atlanta Braves baseball, Joe Franklin...
Third time's the charm.
Hey Homer, it's Barney. Did I wake you?
All I wanted to tell you about WAS this new barbecue joint.
Ooh! Barbecue!
It's called Greasy Joe's Bottomless Bar-B-Q Pit. I can still taste the sauce between my fingers. And are you ready for this? It's all you can eat!
This is like some beautiful dream.
One. And two. And three. And reach. And five. And six. And seven..
Marge, honey, I've got five words to say to you. Greasy Joe's Bottomless Bar-B-Q Pit.
Homer, remember you promised you'd try to limit pork to six servings a week?
See me again tomorrow?
Marge, I'm only human. Now look, here's what we're gonna do. We'll unload the kids on Patty and Selma Saturday night. And then we'll eat until they kick us out of the place. Just like old times.
Saturday night? I'm not even sure my sisters will be available.
I'll take that bet.
Hello, Marge.
This Saturday? We're going to Stanley Peterson's wedding.
Although the way he's going at her, you'd think they were already married.
Hey alleycats, save it for the honeymoon!
Well if you have other plans...
It's no problem.
Mm-hmm. We'll beat it before they throw out the bouquet.
F... L... oh no, I'm sorry. That's a C, isn't it...
If that was an oncoming vehicle you'd be dead now. NEXT!
But driving is my livelihood.
Ah, take it like a man!
Friends, relatives, work-related acquaintances, we are gathered here today to join Stanley and Martha in holy matrimony.
Martha, my dear, I remember the first day I met you.
Hello, Selma.
Hello, Stanley.
Is this seat taken?
Yes it is.
Hey, beat it!
Had I not chosen the seat next to you, Martha my love, who knows what walnut I might have ended up with.
"BRANDY, YOU'RE A FINE GIRL, WHAT A GOOD WIFE YOU WOULD BE/ BUT MY LIFE, MY LOVE AND MY LADY IS THE SEA."
Then the day after that.
Poor Brandy. Aunt Selma, do you think you'll ever get married?
Oh, I don't know. Why? You know somebody?
No. And, since I'm sure that you'd only resent the pity of an eight-year-old niece, I'll simply hope that you're one of the statistically insignificant forty-year-old single women who ever find their fair Prince.

Huh? What the? I know you -- come back here...

Bart, you promised me you wouldn't watch that trash! Now go to your room.

Man, I wish I was an adult so I could break the rules.

Oh great.

Here, I brought some imported generic beer.

Thank you, Barney. How many people are coming, Homer?

Just a select circle of my friends.

Oh Hello, Mrs. Homer. I have brought an assortment of jerkies.

Oh, didja swipe those from work?

Certainly not. What has been implied here?

Oh, no sir, there is no love lost between these two warriors. In fact, we almost had a scuffle earlier today, at the weigh-in.

I understand you have a special motivation going into this bout.

Yeah, I want to dedicate this fight to my manager Vinnie, who got me here, and then passed away just two weeks ago.

Any response to that?

Yeth, I would also like to dedicate thIS fight to the memory of his deceased manager.

You can't do that!

I can do whatever I want!

You dedicate the fight to your manager, man!

I just want to call attention to the fact that I'm not watching this fight. It's my form of non-violent protest.

Hey, Homer, I brought ya...

Quick, it's Moe. I gotta hide the mugs...

All right, will you... Hey, go protest outside will ya, now!.

Hey, Homer. I brought you a mug.

Oooh, thank you, Moe! I always wanted one of these.

Mr. Burns! Bart... quick. Hide the stuff I "borrowed" from work.

All right, the stuff I stole from work!

Oh, okay.

Now, c'mon. Take all this, and this, put it in the closet.

Will you quit staring at me like that!

Oh, hello, Simpson.

We were just in the neighborhood and thought we'd drop by.

Ugh, ah, hello, Mr. Burns. Would you like to watch the fight?

The fight? Don't mind if I do. Oh, Simpson. Good news -- I brought some munchies. Smithers -- the Cheetos.

Are you Homer Simpson?

Word on the street is that you have an illegal cable hook-up.

No... No I... It wasn't me... It was it was my wife's, my wife's idea... yeah, yeah... I would never...

Hey, hey, settle down big fella.

We were, whoa, we were just wondering if we could watch the fight?

Oh, sure, sure. Be my guest.

Lisa, I brought you some lemonade for your protest.

Thanks, Mom. It doesn't seem to be going very well.

Well, don't give up. When you love somebody you have to have faith that in the end they will do the right thing.

The Challenger learned how to fight in the notorious projects of Capital City and honed his skills while serving time for aggravated assault and manslaughter in Springfield Prison.

All right, a local boy!

For five years I was, I was incarcerated, away from my family and the mothers of my children. The conditions were irrevocable.

Oh, no.

Marge, Lisa, Maggie...

Shake hands. Keep it clean.

Come on, boy.

Excuse me. I hate to interrupt your judging me, but I wanted you to know I've made a couple of really important decisions. Number one: I'm cutting the cable as soon as the fight's over. And Number Two: I'm not very fond of any of you.

Dad, we may have saved your soul.

Yeah, at the worst possible time.

Eight... nine... ten...

This fight is history! Stick a fork in it, it's done. A stunning knockout by a thunderous bolo punch in the closing seconds of the twelfth round, and Drederick Tatum is the new Champion of the World!

Everyone to my place for blueberry Squishees and microwave burritos!

The greatest fight ever and I missed it.

We're really proud of you, Dad.

What a donnybrook game, Mr. Burns.

Oh, hogwash! Why, I once watched Gentleman Jim Corbett fight an Eskimo fellow bare-knuckled for a hundred and thirteen rounds. Back then, of course, if a fight lasted less than fifty rounds, we demanded our nickel back.

Cable clippers, please.

Here you go, Homie.

Go for it Dad!

Dad, I beg you to reconsider. Tractor pulls, Atlanta Braves baseball, Joe Franklin...

Third time's the charm.

Hey Homer, it's Barney. Did I wake you?

All I wanted to tell you about WAS this new barbecue joint.

Ooh! Barbecue!

It's called Greasy Joe's Bottomless Bar-B-Q Pit. I can still taste the sauce between my fingers. And are you ready for this? It's all you can eat!

This is like some beautiful dream.

One. And two. And three. And reach. And five. And six. And seven..

Marge, honey, I've got five words to say to you. Greasy Joe's Bottomless Bar-B-Q Pit.

Homer, remember you promised you'd try to limit pork to six servings a week?

See me again tomorrow?

Marge, I'm only human. Now look, here's what we're gonna do. We'll unload the kids on Patty and Selma Saturday night. And then we'll eat until they kick us out of the place. Just like old times.

Saturday night? I'm not even sure my sisters will be available.

I'll take that bet.

Hello, Marge.

This Saturday? We're going to Stanley Peterson's wedding.

Although the way he's going at her, you'd think they were already married.

Hey alleycats, save it for the honeymoon!

Well if you have other plans...

It's no problem.

Mm-hmm. We'll beat it before they throw out the bouquet.

F... L... oh no, I'm sorry. That's a C, isn't it...

If that was an oncoming vehicle you'd be dead now. NEXT!

But driving is my livelihood.

Ah, take it like a man!

Friends, relatives, work-related acquaintances, we are gathered here today to join Stanley and Martha in holy matrimony.

Martha, my dear, I remember the first day I met you.

Hello, Selma.

Hello, Stanley.

Is this seat taken?

Yes it is.

Hey, beat it!

Had I not chosen the seat next to you, Martha my love, who knows what walnut I might have ended up with.

"BRANDY, YOU'RE A FINE GIRL, WHAT A GOOD WIFE YOU WOULD BE/ BUT MY LIFE, MY LOVE AND MY LADY IS THE SEA."

Then the day after that.

Poor Brandy. Aunt Selma, do you think you'll ever get married?

Oh, I don't know. Why? You know somebody?

No. And, since I'm sure that you'd only resent the pity of an eight-year-old niece, I'll simply hope that you're one of the statistically insignificant forty-year-old single women who ever find their fair Prince.