jamesliu23/simpsons · Datasets at Hugging Face

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I forgive you.
You didn't mean that!
No. I didn't.
Look Homer, Lisa's taking her first steps.
Da-da. Da-da.
Did you hear that, Homer?
No wonder she hates me. I never even noticed that she was alive.
Homer, if you want to make up with Lisa just spend some time with her.
Maybe I should just cut my losses, give up on Lisa, and make a fresh start with Maggie.
Homie, you've got to stop looking for the quick fix. If you keep spending time with Lisa, she'll forgive you.
Marge, if I spend any more time doing these girl things, I'm gonna -- you know -- go fruity. No, you were right the first time with that quick fix idea. Let's see, quick fix, quick fix. Ah, I'll buy her that pony she's always bugging me for.
We can't afford to buy a pony.
Marge, with today's gasoline prices, we can't afford not to buy a pony.
That's ridiculous.
Marge, I've got to get her a pony. When I look in Lisa's eyes, I don't see love anymore.
That's no reason to buy a pony!
See, even when you yell at me, I can see love in your eyes.
Stick to the subject.
Ha ha, you love me.
Let's be realistic. A pony is very expensive and we have enough trouble paying bills as it is.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You sound like you're going to buy a pony. Promise me you won't.
What was that? Was that a yes or a no?
Those aren't even words!
Oh my, what is that smell?
Oh, it's you.
Excuse me, do you sell ponies?
Uh, sure pal, right here.
"Scot-tish deer-hound." Hey, this is a dog!
My friend, you're smarter than I gave you credit for. I suggest you try the pony farm on Route 401. Merely take a left at the rendering plant.
Now lady, I'm buying this pony for my little girl, and I don't care what it costs.
Very good. That stunning creature over there is half a million dollars.
Half a million dollars?!
He was sired by Seattle Slew and his mother won the Kentucky Derby.
His likeness graces a stamp in Tanzania...
I'll take it!
Mr. Simpson, do you have half a million dollars?
Uh, sure... let me write you a check.
Mr. Simpson, this check is dated January 1, 2054.
Is there a problem with that?
Our ponies start at five thousand dollars. Cash.
Isn't there like a pound where you can pick up cheap ponies that ran away from home?
I sincerely hope not.
I-I'd like to borrow five thousand dollars.
Sorry, I can't approve a loan that size myself.
Hel-lo.
Simpson, eh? How can I help you?
Mr. Burns, you do this personally?
It's a hobby. I'm not in this for any personal gain, heavens no. By the way, are you acquainted with our state's stringent usury laws?
U-su-ry?
Silly me, I must have just made up a word that doesn't exist. Now, what is the purpose of this loan?
I want to buy a pony.
Isn't that cute? Smithers, he's planning on joining the horsey set. That is it, isn't it? You're not planning to eat it?
No. I need to get it for my little girl because she doesn't love me any more.
Shut up, Simpson.
Do you have any collateral?
Oh Smithers, let's not be so cold. His spirit is my collateral. Just sign this form and the money will be yours.
Sorry, I was just, uh, thinking of something funny Smithers did today.
I didn't do anything funny, sir.
Shut up.
Mr. Simpson, are you quite sure you know how to take care of a pony?
Of course.
Simpson, you've done it again.
I love you, Dad!
I am very upset with you.
Sounds like someone's angling for a pony of her own.
Hey, how come Lisa gets a pony?
Because she stopped loving me.
I don't love you either. So give me a moped.
I know you love me. So you don't get squat. Hee hee hee hee.
Snowball II... Santa's Little Helper... this is Princess. Please don't exclude her because she's different.
Homer, just where were you planning to keep this horse?
I've got it all figured out. By day it will roam free around the neighborhood. And at night it will nestle snugly between the cars in our garage.
Dad, no!
That's illegal.
That's for the courts to decide. Marge, she loves me.
Dad, I think Princess belongs in a stable.
Stable? That sounds expensive.
This is what love costs a month?
These are standard stable fees, Mr. Simpson. Plus, I'm teaching your daughter riding, grooming, and at no extra charge, pronunciation.
Father, you've made me the happiest girl who ever lived.
Oh nuts.
What do I do? What do I do?
Grampa, if you wanna go right...
... move your joystick to the left.
Yes, move the... what's a joystick? You didn't tell me...
Uh-oh, here comes a Xylon cruiser. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Go into hyperspace! Ready, hit it!
Wait. Where's the Hyperspace?
Grampa, you're the spaceship, not the...
I'm the what? I thought I was this guy. Ohhh.
Game's over, Grampa.
I got down on the floor for this?
Wait, Dad, I've got something for you.
I was hoping it'd be money.
Hmm, oh dear, we're in serious trouble here. We're just going to have to cut down on luxuries.
Well you know, we're always buying Maggie vaccinations for diseases she doesn't even have.
Actually, I was thinking we could cut down on your beer.
Nah, we're not gonna be doing that.
Then I'm afraid there's no choice but to give up the pony back.
First you didn't want me to get the pony. Now, you want me to take it back. Make up your mind.

I forgive you.

You didn't mean that!

No. I didn't.

Look Homer, Lisa's taking her first steps.

Da-da. Da-da.

Did you hear that, Homer?

No wonder she hates me. I never even noticed that she was alive.

Homer, if you want to make up with Lisa just spend some time with her.

Maybe I should just cut my losses, give up on Lisa, and make a fresh start with Maggie.

Homie, you've got to stop looking for the quick fix. If you keep spending time with Lisa, she'll forgive you.

Marge, if I spend any more time doing these girl things, I'm gonna -- you know -- go fruity. No, you were right the first time with that quick fix idea. Let's see, quick fix, quick fix. Ah, I'll buy her that pony she's always bugging me for.

We can't afford to buy a pony.

Marge, with today's gasoline prices, we can't afford not to buy a pony.

That's ridiculous.

Marge, I've got to get her a pony. When I look in Lisa's eyes, I don't see love anymore.

That's no reason to buy a pony!

See, even when you yell at me, I can see love in your eyes.

Stick to the subject.

Ha ha, you love me.

Let's be realistic. A pony is very expensive and we have enough trouble paying bills as it is.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You sound like you're going to buy a pony. Promise me you won't.

What was that? Was that a yes or a no?

Those aren't even words!

Oh my, what is that smell?

Oh, it's you.

Excuse me, do you sell ponies?

Uh, sure pal, right here.

"Scot-tish deer-hound." Hey, this is a dog!

My friend, you're smarter than I gave you credit for. I suggest you try the pony farm on Route 401. Merely take a left at the rendering plant.

Now lady, I'm buying this pony for my little girl, and I don't care what it costs.

Very good. That stunning creature over there is half a million dollars.

Half a million dollars?!

He was sired by Seattle Slew and his mother won the Kentucky Derby.

His likeness graces a stamp in Tanzania...

I'll take it!

Mr. Simpson, do you have half a million dollars?

Uh, sure... let me write you a check.

Mr. Simpson, this check is dated January 1, 2054.

Is there a problem with that?

Our ponies start at five thousand dollars. Cash.

Isn't there like a pound where you can pick up cheap ponies that ran away from home?

I sincerely hope not.

I-I'd like to borrow five thousand dollars.

Sorry, I can't approve a loan that size myself.

Hel-lo.

Simpson, eh? How can I help you?

Mr. Burns, you do this personally?

It's a hobby. I'm not in this for any personal gain, heavens no. By the way, are you acquainted with our state's stringent usury laws?

U-su-ry?

Silly me, I must have just made up a word that doesn't exist. Now, what is the purpose of this loan?

I want to buy a pony.

Isn't that cute? Smithers, he's planning on joining the horsey set. That is it, isn't it? You're not planning to eat it?

No. I need to get it for my little girl because she doesn't love me any more.

Shut up, Simpson.

Do you have any collateral?

Oh Smithers, let's not be so cold. His spirit is my collateral. Just sign this form and the money will be yours.

Sorry, I was just, uh, thinking of something funny Smithers did today.

I didn't do anything funny, sir.

Shut up.

Mr. Simpson, are you quite sure you know how to take care of a pony?

Of course.

Simpson, you've done it again.

I love you, Dad!

I am very upset with you.

Sounds like someone's angling for a pony of her own.

Hey, how come Lisa gets a pony?

Because she stopped loving me.

I don't love you either. So give me a moped.

I know you love me. So you don't get squat. Hee hee hee hee.

Snowball II... Santa's Little Helper... this is Princess. Please don't exclude her because she's different.

Homer, just where were you planning to keep this horse?

I've got it all figured out. By day it will roam free around the neighborhood. And at night it will nestle snugly between the cars in our garage.

Dad, no!

That's illegal.

That's for the courts to decide. Marge, she loves me.

Dad, I think Princess belongs in a stable.

Stable? That sounds expensive.

This is what love costs a month?

These are standard stable fees, Mr. Simpson. Plus, I'm teaching your daughter riding, grooming, and at no extra charge, pronunciation.

Father, you've made me the happiest girl who ever lived.

Oh nuts.

What do I do? What do I do?

Grampa, if you wanna go right...

... move your joystick to the left.

Yes, move the... what's a joystick? You didn't tell me...

Uh-oh, here comes a Xylon cruiser. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Go into hyperspace! Ready, hit it!

Wait. Where's the Hyperspace?

Grampa, you're the spaceship, not the...

I'm the what? I thought I was this guy. Ohhh.

Game's over, Grampa.

I got down on the floor for this?

Wait, Dad, I've got something for you.

I was hoping it'd be money.

Hmm, oh dear, we're in serious trouble here. We're just going to have to cut down on luxuries.

Well you know, we're always buying Maggie vaccinations for diseases she doesn't even have.

Actually, I was thinking we could cut down on your beer.

Nah, we're not gonna be doing that.

Then I'm afraid there's no choice but to give up the pony back.

First you didn't want me to get the pony. Now, you want me to take it back. Make up your mind.