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My daughter.
What a gambler.
That was the score at the half. Buffalo fourteen: Dallas seven.
It's time for the never tedious Super Bowl halftime show.
People of Earth, we've come ten billion light years to bring you this halftime message of peace.
Bart, who's winning?
"You hate dad" is up by a touchdown.
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Yea!!
It's a touchdown for half-back Dan Beer-dorf! Duff Dry has won the Duff Bowl!
They wanted it more.
Hey Homer, didn't you say if Duff Dry wins, your daughter loves you?
Not Duff Dry... Dallas.
Okay, okay. They're both great teams.
Touchdown Cowboys!
All right, we're back in business.
Well, I'm glad some people could resist the lures of the big game.
Oh my God, I forgot the game!
So, with three ticks left on the clock, it all comes down to this one play. If Dallas scores here, happy fans'll be looting and turning over cars in the Lone Star state tonight. Here's the handoff.
Please, please, please...
Touchdown! Stick a fork in this one. It is done. The Dallas Cowboys wins Super Bowl twenty-nine.
I guess you love dad.
I suspected as much.
Yes! She loves me! She loves me!
What are you so happy about Homer? You didn't win any money.
Money comes and money goes, but what I have with my daughter can go on for eight more years!
Come on, Dad!
It's beautiful.
Isn't it though?
After I catch my breath... can we... go... home?
I am not cleaning that... Ah, who am I kidding?
That's it?
Now Maggie, when you grow up you can suck your pacifier all you want.
Extra mustard for Bart, sliced diagonally not lengthwise... Light mayo for Lisa, cut off the crust... Double bologna for Homer....
Marge, I split my pants again. Oooh, can I have two sandwiches today? Make them bologna sandwiches too. Can I have two slices of bologna and cheese...
One at a time! One at a time!
Don't even bother with the raisins. I'm not gonna eat 'em... Double bologna! Double bologna!... I don't ask for much, just no pimento. Don't forget to make it double bologna 'cause I can hardly...
That's enough!
There you go, Lisa. No pimentos. Bart, your hat's where you left it, behind the toilet. Homer, I'll sew your pants but I'm out of bologna.
Thanks mom.
Thanks mom.
Videos to return, grocery list, flea dip for the cat, Homer's dry-cleaning -- I think that's everything.
Marge, can you take my ball to Nick's today? A bottle cap got lodged in the finger hole.
Homer, I'm running late as it is. Can't you just use one of the balls at the alley?
Alley balls?
Alright, don't whine. Just put it in my left hand.
Kids! Hurry up or you're going to miss your bus!
No way.
Never happen.
Well, I'll be damned.
Mom, Bart's making faces at me.
It's a nervous twitch and I'm a little sensitive about it if you don't mind.
Mom, he's doing it again. Bart, quit it! Quit it! Hey quit it! Quit it! Quit it! Quit it! Quit it! Mommmmm!!
Get out.
Fruit leather... Tree Fresh Imitation Orange Drink... Krusty brand duck sausage pizza...
Sorry lady, you've got the wrong Nick's. You want Nick's on the other side of town.
Eh, I don't know what Nicky's telling you. I haven't flushed a ball in years.
Oh, this miserable stress headache. Feels like there's a rat in my brain.
It's time for another Bill and Marty Classic Crank Call.
Hello, is this Mr. Justin Sherman?
Sir, your wife is dead.
Oh God! No!
That's right. She just walked through a plate glass window. There's blood everywhere.
And I just talked to her!
Bart's making faces.
Where's my lucky red cap?
Alley balls...
Your wife is dead.
I haven't flushed a ball in years.
NOOOOOOOO!!
Look, lady, this better be good.
This is Arnie Pie with "Arnie in the Sky". We've got big problems on the Springfield Memorial Bridge, people. Traffic goin' wa-ay back in both directions. And look out at the corner of fourteenth and Elm 'cause I just dropped my bagel.
She's locked in the car and refuses to move.
Did you flash your lights?
Well, I'm fresh out of ideas.
All right! A chance to catch some rays.
C'mon, c'mon, I got a body in the trunk!
Mr. Teeny, stop fiddling with the buttons! Oh, now you've gotten chocolate all over everything.
This is Kent Brockman, reporting live from Arnie Pie's traffic copter. But I can assure you, this is no mere morning traffic report.
Face the facts, Arnie. An overworked and under-appreciated housewife has snapped and parked her car on the bridge refusing to budge. This reporter is now going to be lowered down in the Channel Six Sky Harness for an exclusive interview.
Hey sweetheart, what's the matter?! Not gettin' enough of the good stuff at home?
Let me through! Let me through! I'm her husband!
Well, that explains a lot.
Try to talk her out of there.
But don't put your lips on it or anything.
Hello? Hello? Is this thing on? Hello?
Homer? Is that you?
What should I say?
How about, "Yes, it's me".
Yes it's me!
Tell her you love her.
I love you very much.
And uh... later tonight I think you and I should uh, snuggle.
Haw haw!
Why don't you just wrap it up?
Look Marge, I can tell something's bothering you. But if you come out of that car, I promise to do whatever it takes to make it better. Please, honey?
Cuff her boys.
Off the record, ma'am, all the gals on the force knew just how you felt.
That's nice. Do you think you could loosen my cuffs?
Don't you worry, Mr. Mayor, this little bird will be crackin' rocks by the end of the week.
Wiggum, you glorified night watchman, let her go!

My daughter.

What a gambler.

That was the score at the half. Buffalo fourteen: Dallas seven.

It's time for the never tedious Super Bowl halftime show.

People of Earth, we've come ten billion light years to bring you this halftime message of peace.

Bart, who's winning?

"You hate dad" is up by a touchdown.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Yea!!

It's a touchdown for half-back Dan Beer-dorf! Duff Dry has won the Duff Bowl!

They wanted it more.

Hey Homer, didn't you say if Duff Dry wins, your daughter loves you?

Not Duff Dry... Dallas.

Okay, okay. They're both great teams.

Touchdown Cowboys!

All right, we're back in business.

Well, I'm glad some people could resist the lures of the big game.

Oh my God, I forgot the game!

So, with three ticks left on the clock, it all comes down to this one play. If Dallas scores here, happy fans'll be looting and turning over cars in the Lone Star state tonight. Here's the handoff.

Please, please, please...

Touchdown! Stick a fork in this one. It is done. The Dallas Cowboys wins Super Bowl twenty-nine.

I guess you love dad.

I suspected as much.

Yes! She loves me! She loves me!

What are you so happy about Homer? You didn't win any money.

Money comes and money goes, but what I have with my daughter can go on for eight more years!

Come on, Dad!

It's beautiful.

Isn't it though?

After I catch my breath... can we... go... home?

I am not cleaning that... Ah, who am I kidding?

That's it?

Now Maggie, when you grow up you can suck your pacifier all you want.

Extra mustard for Bart, sliced diagonally not lengthwise... Light mayo for Lisa, cut off the crust... Double bologna for Homer....

Marge, I split my pants again. Oooh, can I have two sandwiches today? Make them bologna sandwiches too. Can I have two slices of bologna and cheese...

One at a time! One at a time!

Don't even bother with the raisins. I'm not gonna eat 'em... Double bologna! Double bologna!... I don't ask for much, just no pimento. Don't forget to make it double bologna 'cause I can hardly...

That's enough!

There you go, Lisa. No pimentos. Bart, your hat's where you left it, behind the toilet. Homer, I'll sew your pants but I'm out of bologna.

Thanks mom.

Videos to return, grocery list, flea dip for the cat, Homer's dry-cleaning -- I think that's everything.

Marge, can you take my ball to Nick's today? A bottle cap got lodged in the finger hole.

Homer, I'm running late as it is. Can't you just use one of the balls at the alley?

Alley balls?

Alright, don't whine. Just put it in my left hand.

Kids! Hurry up or you're going to miss your bus!

No way.

Never happen.

Well, I'll be damned.

Mom, Bart's making faces at me.

It's a nervous twitch and I'm a little sensitive about it if you don't mind.

Mom, he's doing it again. Bart, quit it! Quit it! Hey quit it! Quit it! Quit it! Quit it! Quit it! Mommmmm!!

Get out.

Fruit leather... Tree Fresh Imitation Orange Drink... Krusty brand duck sausage pizza...

Sorry lady, you've got the wrong Nick's. You want Nick's on the other side of town.

Eh, I don't know what Nicky's telling you. I haven't flushed a ball in years.

Oh, this miserable stress headache. Feels like there's a rat in my brain.

It's time for another Bill and Marty Classic Crank Call.

Hello, is this Mr. Justin Sherman?

Sir, your wife is dead.

Oh God! No!

That's right. She just walked through a plate glass window. There's blood everywhere.

And I just talked to her!

Bart's making faces.

Where's my lucky red cap?

Alley balls...

Your wife is dead.

I haven't flushed a ball in years.

NOOOOOOOO!!

Look, lady, this better be good.

This is Arnie Pie with "Arnie in the Sky". We've got big problems on the Springfield Memorial Bridge, people. Traffic goin' wa-ay back in both directions. And look out at the corner of fourteenth and Elm 'cause I just dropped my bagel.

She's locked in the car and refuses to move.

Did you flash your lights?

Well, I'm fresh out of ideas.

All right! A chance to catch some rays.

C'mon, c'mon, I got a body in the trunk!

Mr. Teeny, stop fiddling with the buttons! Oh, now you've gotten chocolate all over everything.

This is Kent Brockman, reporting live from Arnie Pie's traffic copter. But I can assure you, this is no mere morning traffic report.

Face the facts, Arnie. An overworked and under-appreciated housewife has snapped and parked her car on the bridge refusing to budge. This reporter is now going to be lowered down in the Channel Six Sky Harness for an exclusive interview.

Hey sweetheart, what's the matter?! Not gettin' enough of the good stuff at home?

Let me through! Let me through! I'm her husband!

Well, that explains a lot.

Try to talk her out of there.

But don't put your lips on it or anything.

Hello? Hello? Is this thing on? Hello?

Homer? Is that you?

What should I say?

How about, "Yes, it's me".

Yes it's me!

Tell her you love her.

I love you very much.

And uh... later tonight I think you and I should uh, snuggle.

Haw haw!

Why don't you just wrap it up?

Look Marge, I can tell something's bothering you. But if you come out of that car, I promise to do whatever it takes to make it better. Please, honey?

Cuff her boys.

Off the record, ma'am, all the gals on the force knew just how you felt.

That's nice. Do you think you could loosen my cuffs?

Don't you worry, Mr. Mayor, this little bird will be crackin' rocks by the end of the week.

Wiggum, you glorified night watchman, let her go!