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Cincinnati...
Cincinnati.
Cincinnati.
C'mon, c'mon! Don't you realize this is costing me money?
We must consider many things. The wind...
Doh, not the wind.
...is blowing out of the west...
at five
... miles per hour.
knots...
Ugh, this is ridiculous. What am I supposed to do? Lisa, who do you think's gonna win? The Bengals or the Dolphins?
Good, good. Moe, fifty dollars on the Miami Dolphins.
Gotcha, fifty beans on Miami. Um, Homer, I got a call on the other line. Hello?
Moe, it's me Mr. "K."
Yeah, yeah, what'll it be?
Put me down for seven hundred dollars on the Rams.
Oh, and put Sideshow Mel down for two grand.
Mom, I'm tired. I wanna go home. Can't I just lie down for a minute?
Now Bart, I think you'd look very sharp in this shirt.
Fine, get it. Lets go.
No, no, no, you have to try it on.
Oooh, and this one's fifty percent off.
You know why these clothes are on sale, Mom? Because the people who wear them get beaten up.
Well, anyone who beats you up for wearing a shirt isn't your friend. Ooh this looks good.... oh and this one is very, very cute... And these... Oh look! Little bow ties.
And don't make that face at me.
How'd ya know?
Touchdown Dolphins!
All right, Dolphins!
All right, Dolphins!
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!
Fifty big ones!
Fifty big ones?
Uh-oh. You see, Lisa, Daddy's friend Moe promised to give him fifty dollars if the Dolphins won the game.
You mean you made a bet?
Well, I wouldn't call it a bet. It's a little thing Daddies do to make football more exciting.
What could be more exciting than the savage ballet that is pro football?
Well... you know... you like ice cream, don't you?
Uh-huh.
See how good things can happen if you make a little effort?
And don't you like ice cream better when it's covered with hot fudge and mounds of whipped cream and chopped nuts and -- oh -- those crumbled up cookie things they mash up... hmmm. Crumbled up cookie things...
So gambling makes a good thing even better.
That's right. My God, it's like there's some kind of bond between us.
We've got a trouble maker in booth eight.
Forget him. There's a code red in booth three.
My God. Those aren't the socks she came in with.
Un-unn. Let's move.
In here, Mom. But don't open the--
Oh Bart, you could use some new underwear too.
...three, two, one...
And the final from Riverfront Stadium, Miami 24 -- Cincinnati 10.
Boy, mom sure will be happy you won fifty dollars.
You'd think that wouldn't you. But you see Lisa, your mother has this crazy idea that gambling is wrong. Even though they say it's okay in the Bible.
Really, where?
Uh... somewhere in the back. The point is we had a great time today. And to keep it that way, let's not tell your mother about our little wager. Okay?
Okay, dad.
Did you two have fun?
You bet.
Well, we had fun too. Right now, Bart is modeling his new clothes for his friends.
You gotta come out sometime, Simpson.
Goodnight, Dad. I had a really nice time today.
Me too, honey.
Can I watch football with you again next Sunday?
Sure! You'll find it gets rid of the unpleasant after-taste of church.
Point well taken. Uh, mom, could you loosen my blanket a little? Dad tucked me in too tight and it's cutting off the circulation in my arms and legs.
This team is fired up! We came here to play!
All right!
He'll lose.
What? Didn't you hear what he said?
Look at the fear in his eyes. Listen to the quiver in his voice. He's a little boy, lost in a game of men.
You think we should bet against them?
I'd bet my entire college fund on it.
You got it.
Moe, twenty-three dollars on New York.
Start spreadin' the news, it's New York over Philadelphia, thirty-five to ten.
Dad, I hate to break the mood, but I'm getting nauseous.
Oh, sorry. So who do you like in the afternoon games?
Well, I like the 49ers because they're pure of heart -- Seattle because they got something to prove -- and the Raiders because they always cheat.
And in an extremely suspicious play, the Raiders win.
Hey, the new sign is really working.
It's been a madhouse, Lisa.
Let's see... football... Football: homo-eroticism in... oddball Canadian rules... Phyllis George and...
Oh Doctor, what a finish! The final score -- Atlanta seventeen -- Houston thirteen. And the lowly Falcons are flyin' high. Who would have thunk it?
My daughter, that's who!
Yeah, me!
Lisa, you've picked the winner every time! You must have some kind of special gift.
C'mon, dad. It doesn't take a genius to realize that Houston's failed to cover their last ten outings on away turf, the week after scoring more than three touchdowns in a conference game.
Oh, my little girl says the cutest things.
You know, dad, Sunday is fast becoming my favorite day of the week.
Not Sunday -- Daddy-Daughter day.
The usual, Moe. A beer and a wad of bills.
Okay, ya lucky moron.
Here you go, Homer. A hundred and thirty-five dollars.
I used to hate the smell of your sweaty feet. Now it's the smell of victory.
Aw, shut up.
Look at these prices. We could finally get rid of those termites for the cost of this meal.
Tut-tut. Only the best for my family.
Homer, I can't help wondering where you're getting the money from?
Mom, can't a man do something nice for his loved ones?
Hmm, I guess so.

Cincinnati...

Cincinnati.

C'mon, c'mon! Don't you realize this is costing me money?

We must consider many things. The wind...

Doh, not the wind.

...is blowing out of the west...

at five

... miles per hour.

knots...

Ugh, this is ridiculous. What am I supposed to do? Lisa, who do you think's gonna win? The Bengals or the Dolphins?

Good, good. Moe, fifty dollars on the Miami Dolphins.

Gotcha, fifty beans on Miami. Um, Homer, I got a call on the other line. Hello?

Moe, it's me Mr. "K."

Yeah, yeah, what'll it be?

Put me down for seven hundred dollars on the Rams.

Oh, and put Sideshow Mel down for two grand.

Mom, I'm tired. I wanna go home. Can't I just lie down for a minute?

Now Bart, I think you'd look very sharp in this shirt.

Fine, get it. Lets go.

No, no, no, you have to try it on.

Oooh, and this one's fifty percent off.

You know why these clothes are on sale, Mom? Because the people who wear them get beaten up.

Well, anyone who beats you up for wearing a shirt isn't your friend. Ooh this looks good.... oh and this one is very, very cute... And these... Oh look! Little bow ties.

And don't make that face at me.

How'd ya know?

Touchdown Dolphins!

All right, Dolphins!

Whoo-hoo!

Fifty big ones!

Fifty big ones?

Uh-oh. You see, Lisa, Daddy's friend Moe promised to give him fifty dollars if the Dolphins won the game.

You mean you made a bet?

Well, I wouldn't call it a bet. It's a little thing Daddies do to make football more exciting.

What could be more exciting than the savage ballet that is pro football?

Well... you know... you like ice cream, don't you?

Uh-huh.

See how good things can happen if you make a little effort?

And don't you like ice cream better when it's covered with hot fudge and mounds of whipped cream and chopped nuts and -- oh -- those crumbled up cookie things they mash up... hmmm. Crumbled up cookie things...

So gambling makes a good thing even better.

That's right. My God, it's like there's some kind of bond between us.

We've got a trouble maker in booth eight.

Forget him. There's a code red in booth three.

My God. Those aren't the socks she came in with.

Un-unn. Let's move.

In here, Mom. But don't open the--

Oh Bart, you could use some new underwear too.

...three, two, one...

And the final from Riverfront Stadium, Miami 24 -- Cincinnati 10.

Boy, mom sure will be happy you won fifty dollars.

You'd think that wouldn't you. But you see Lisa, your mother has this crazy idea that gambling is wrong. Even though they say it's okay in the Bible.

Really, where?

Uh... somewhere in the back. The point is we had a great time today. And to keep it that way, let's not tell your mother about our little wager. Okay?

Okay, dad.

Did you two have fun?

You bet.

Well, we had fun too. Right now, Bart is modeling his new clothes for his friends.

You gotta come out sometime, Simpson.

Goodnight, Dad. I had a really nice time today.

Me too, honey.

Can I watch football with you again next Sunday?

Sure! You'll find it gets rid of the unpleasant after-taste of church.

Point well taken. Uh, mom, could you loosen my blanket a little? Dad tucked me in too tight and it's cutting off the circulation in my arms and legs.

This team is fired up! We came here to play!

All right!

He'll lose.

What? Didn't you hear what he said?

Look at the fear in his eyes. Listen to the quiver in his voice. He's a little boy, lost in a game of men.

You think we should bet against them?

I'd bet my entire college fund on it.

You got it.

Moe, twenty-three dollars on New York.

Start spreadin' the news, it's New York over Philadelphia, thirty-five to ten.

Dad, I hate to break the mood, but I'm getting nauseous.

Oh, sorry. So who do you like in the afternoon games?

Well, I like the 49ers because they're pure of heart -- Seattle because they got something to prove -- and the Raiders because they always cheat.

And in an extremely suspicious play, the Raiders win.

Hey, the new sign is really working.

It's been a madhouse, Lisa.

Let's see... football... Football: homo-eroticism in... oddball Canadian rules... Phyllis George and...

Oh Doctor, what a finish! The final score -- Atlanta seventeen -- Houston thirteen. And the lowly Falcons are flyin' high. Who would have thunk it?

My daughter, that's who!

Yeah, me!

Lisa, you've picked the winner every time! You must have some kind of special gift.

C'mon, dad. It doesn't take a genius to realize that Houston's failed to cover their last ten outings on away turf, the week after scoring more than three touchdowns in a conference game.

Oh, my little girl says the cutest things.

You know, dad, Sunday is fast becoming my favorite day of the week.

Not Sunday -- Daddy-Daughter day.

The usual, Moe. A beer and a wad of bills.

Okay, ya lucky moron.

Here you go, Homer. A hundred and thirty-five dollars.

I used to hate the smell of your sweaty feet. Now it's the smell of victory.

Aw, shut up.

Look at these prices. We could finally get rid of those termites for the cost of this meal.

Tut-tut. Only the best for my family.

Homer, I can't help wondering where you're getting the money from?

Mom, can't a man do something nice for his loved ones?

Hmm, I guess so.