The Simpsons (1989–…): Season 18, Episode 2 - Jazzy & The Pussycats - full transcript
Bart has a big outburst at a funeral for Homer's dead Vegas wife. He is therefore brought to a doctor who prescribes him a drum kit to focus his energy positively. Lisa brings him to a jazz club, but then ends Lisa's dream to become the best jazz musician. Bart joins a famous jazz duo and makes it a trio while Lisa starts caring for stray and outcast animals. But this plan turns bad when a tiger bites Bart and he is unable to drum. A benefit concert is held to raise the money for a surgery that could save his new hobby, but instead, he uses the money for a lost animal shelter in Lisa's name.
So, how did
Malt Liquor Mommy die?
Stop calling her that.
I'll tell you
how she died.
You know that sign that says
"Do not stand up
on the roller coaster"?
Yeah.
She overdosed
right in front of it.
Oh. Class all the way.
Marge, could
you let it go?
You won. She's dead.
Mm-hmm.
We are here
to mourn the tragic loss
of Amber Pai Gow Simpson,
a gifted cocktail waitress
who hoped one day
to learn computers.
Amber said she wouldn't let
her eighth-grade education
stop her from
achieving her dreams
And yet, it did.
Bart! Do you want
to leave the funeral early?!
Do you?!
Yes. Of course.
"You were Homer's wife
"for a two-day spurt
Your name was Amber,
just like the alert..."
Bart, put that away!
Thanks a lot. I lost my place
Um... Ah, here it is. "The end."
Uh-oh.
Everyone relax, huh?
I know the Heimlich.
I learned it a few years ago.
It was 1997,
and Titanic was proving
unsinkable at the box office...
Somebody do me!
Whew!
Your son is
out of control!
You've raised
a savage beast!
Yeah! Put a leash
on him, lady!
Oh...
First, let me assure you
that Bart's antics
are perfectly normal
for a seven-year-old.
Actually, he's ten.
Oh, dear.
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear.
Spare us your
medical mumbo jumbo.
Just give us the pills.
Clear-cut his brain
down to the nub
Mr. Simpson,
it would be easy for me
to pour drugs
Thank you,
Doctor.
Marge?
But for Bart,
I'm ing to prescribe
a more unorthodox treatment.
Cymbals... snare...
high hat... tom-tom...
sticks, mallet and brushes.
This is a drum kit!
Drumming demands energy
and concentration,
one of which Bart has,
Homie, look.
He's enjoying it.
Whoa! Trippy!
We started living
in an old house
My ma gave birth,
and we were checking it out
It was a baby boy
so we bought him a toy...
Hey, kid, why don't
you watch where
you're drumming?!
Sorry, White Stripes.
No hard feelings?
Let's kick his ass!
Oh! Why couldn't
he give up this
like he gives up
everything else?
I know!
I'll use that
white-noise machine
I got you when your father died.
Transport yourself to the shores
of Nova Scotia
where cod and halibut
frolic in...!
He's just drumming louder!
So it's a noise war
he wants, huh?!
Then I'll throw in some
rush-hour traffic!
And a circus fire!
Sleep tight, my angel!
Oh...
What ?!
Oh !
Oh! Let me know...
when and if
you want sex, honey!
Oh, he's gotta fall asleep
sometime, doesn't he?
You guys
need a break
Why don't I take Bart with me
to the children's bebop brunch
at Jazzy Goodtime's?
Is it in
a safe neighborhood?
Just make it happen!
Boy, get dressed!
You're going
to a jazz brunch
as punishment for all
the racket you're making!
I thought you wanted me to drum.
I'm sending you mixed messages.
Now, get the hell
outta here.
I love you so much.
Damn you!
What it is, hepcats?
You want me to
scat-sing the menu?
Absolutely not.
Oh, God bless you, sir.
Hey, Bart, you want
to jam with me?
Okay. If you give
me your omelet.
Whoo-hoo! I'm
a professional musician!
Not bad for
a newbie, Bart!
You just may be
the second-best
In case you're wondering
who the best one it's me.
Ah! Crazy man, crazy! Oh, yeah!
They're looking at me!
All right, Lisa, time to show
these jazz legends
how we swing in the suburbs.
That's a wrap, kids.
Now go have
some Jazzy Bread.
That's bread that fell
on the floor.
Excuse me.
Are you Lisa Simpson?
Yes, I am.
I'm, uh,
Defonzo "Skinny" Palmer
This is Marcus
"Marbles" Le Marquez.
Pleased to meet you.
We were about
to play a quick set,
Yes ?
Lisa Simpson...
Yes?
would do us the honor...
Yes?
of sitting in...
that chair in the audience.
We wanna jam
with your brother.
Look! Bart's onstage.
And he's contributing
to the entertainment!
Yeah!
I was jamming
with Skinny Turner
And they want me
to join their trio!
Woo-hoo! What's next?
A contract with
Groove-tone Records?
Take the G-train, baby.
Groove-tone!
Oh, I can't believe it.
Stupid brother...
'Cause I've wanted to jam with
jazz musicians all my life.
How would Bart like it if I
just hopped on his skateboard
and instantly became great?
Ah... whoa...
Mild! Mild! Mild! Mild! Mild!
Lisa, you've got
to be more careful.
I need you to teach me
all about the world of juzz.
It's jazz!
Jazz!
You don't even know
the name of the thing
Bart, you're so steady
on those skins, we're
Oh-- I always
wanted a jazz nickname.
Fine
We'll call you, uh...
Downbeat.
'Cause you're
bringin' us down.
That is the most unfair...
Downbeat, Downbeat,
please.
We're shootin' the breeze
with Tic Tock.
Oh, man, I am so juzzed.
Bart, a rising star like
you needs a manager,
and Gil's your guy!
Oh, I'm a jazz daddy
from way back.
With the skit-skat
skittily boom-de-boom,
and the ding-dong daddy...
Is that jazz?
That's jazz, right?
Cha-cha-cha
with the curly fries.
Hey!
Oh, son.
I like you more, now that
other people like you.
It's mergatronic, Daddy-Ho.
Bart, does that
even mean anything?
Xavier Cugat!
Bossie, the music business would
chew you up and spit you out.
You just keep your eyes
on the prize, girl.
Mom, I'm gonna lose it.
Bart's on the cover of both
local jazz magazines:
"Blowin'"
and "The Sugar Sheet".
Here's the only thing I've
been on the cover of.
Mm, look, uh, how 'bout
we go to the pound,
and get puppy
just for you?
That might work.
Oh, they're all so cute.
Yeah, you know
what's even cuter?
Picking one without
talking to me.
Well, I kind of like this guy.
Oh, but this one is precious!
Okay, this little guy's
coming home with me.
Who's gonna get neutered
tomorrow?
You are! Oh, yes you are.
Lisa Simpson...
you doomed me.
I did? How?
By choosing the cuter puppy.
You picked looks over
personality,
youth over experience,
no history of rabies over
unknown rabies status.
And now I'm going to die.
I never wanted that to happen!
You suuuuuck! You suuuuuck!
Ah, thanks, sweetie.
You suuuuuck!
Well, if you want him,
you can have him.
And if you
get tired of him...
I won't get tired of him.
It's just too bad
you can't take ol' Smiley here.
Yeah, he'll be in God's
Dumpster tomorrow
I'll take him, too.
And I'm gonna put
ol' Henry here to sleep...
because he knows
my darkest secret:
I like putting animals to sleep.
I'll take him, too.
Yeah...
Lookin' back on the track
for a little green bag
Got to find just the kind
or losin' my mind
Out of sight in the night,
out of sight in the day
Lookin' back on the track,
gonna do it my way
Okay, guys.
No one knows you're here,
so be quiet.
And if you get hungry,
there are rats living in
the Christmas decorations.
And then today at lunch,
Lenny and I went to the park
and rented a rowboat.
Carl sketched us from the bank.
Summer days...
What are
those noises?
They sounded
zoological.
Shut up!
I just said "shut up."
I'll punish myself
by going upstairs.
Bart! What are you doing here?
Uh... not smoking reefer.
Uh, that's right.
We all not
smoking reefer.
No, Buttercup! No!
My arm!
It hurts where
Bart, that was
a nasty bite you got.
You'll recover...
but you'll never drum again.
Says you.
I was a great drummer,
and now I'm nothing,
just like Phil Collins.
I feel so terrible.
I just wanted
to save those animals
while Bart
became a drummer,
but I never thought the two
stories would intersect.
And what about my new job
as a Mexican wrestler?
Beware of Taco Belly. Whoo!
Eat your heart...
No mas! No mas!
Uh, yes, I would like a bird
because I'm often
Birds help.
See, Lisa.
We're making progress.
Drop the marsupial!
If those animals aren't gone
by midnight tomorrow,
Animal Control is
gonna round 'em all up.
And kill 'em.
Can I, uh, can I
borrow that ostrich?
Sure.
How cool is this?
I guess that's it.
These animals are all gonna die.
Not if I can
help it, Lisa.
Do you have an idea?
Uh, no. Sorry if it
sounded like I did.
Hey, guys,
great news.
I can drum again.
Sorry, Tic Tock.
Your tick is on...
but your tock is gone.
Well, I've got
a confession to make.
This right arm... it's not mine.
Whose is it?
I don't know.
Tic Tock, maybe you
could get yourself
some of that sweet, sweet...
what do you call it?
Arthroscopic
micro-surgery
Yeah, that's
the jingle.
The doctor did say
surgery might help,
but it costs $78,000.
Well, I bet we
could raise it
Huh? Huh?
Outta sight!
In the pocket!
Groovay, groovay!
Now, you boys know
you don't have
to put something
like that together.
Somethin' like what together?
A benefit concert!
Benefit concert!?
Outta sight!
In the pocket!
Groovay, groovay!
Oh, this benefit concert
is gonna be Scooby Dooby.
I'm very happy for you, Bart.
Why are you sad?
Thinking about your marriage?
If we can't find
a home for those animals,
they'll be put to sleep.
Your sister's very upset.
Oh... I feel weird.
It's like a potato
chip full of shame,
going down my throat sideways.
Honey, what you're feeling
is called "empathy."
Oh... now I'm gonna
learn a new word.
"Empathy" means
you're looking at Lisa
and feeling what she feels.
Your sister poured her heart
into rescuing those animals
to forget the pain of
being upstaged in jazz,
and now...
How can I end this torture?!
You could do
something nice for Lisa.
You're my mother.
How can you say that?
superstars on the way, folks!
Hey, hey! We got more jazz
Gooey Martin, Willie Mimms,
Drop Jaws Turner,
Sketch Friendly,
Tootsie
Childs,
Sammy Biltmore,
No-Talent Jones,
Anwar Benitez,
Bossy Marmalade,
Bad-Check Mazursky,
Ray-Ray Takamura,
Shaky Premise,
Bootsy Croutonne,
Richard Sakai,
The Pre-Marital Sextet,
C.S.I. Miami,
D.W. Jitters
The Chubb Group,
Cantaloupe St. Pierre
and many, many, more
funny names!
And it's all to fix
this very talented arm.
Ow!
Oh, right,
the nerve damage.
Here's
the benefit money,
Now I'm gonna go vomit
to keep my weight down.
That's right.
That's how Krusty does it.
I wanna thank everyone
for this special night.
Jazz folk may have
the smallest apartments,
but they also have
the biggest hearts.
But the biggest heart I know
is in my sister Lisa.
What about me...
...Tootsie Childs?
Lis, you poured your heart
into rescuing society's most
vulnerable critters-- animals.
So I want all the money
we've raised tonight
to go to building...
The Lisa Simpson Home
for Abandoned Animals!
Oh, Bart, thank you
so, so much!
You know what we should do?
Hold a benefit concert.
Outta sight!
In the pocket!
Groovay, groovay!
Hey, am I still married
to your sister?
Naw, she died.
Malt Liquor Mommy die?
Stop calling her that.
I'll tell you
how she died.
You know that sign that says
"Do not stand up
on the roller coaster"?
Yeah.
She overdosed
right in front of it.
Oh. Class all the way.
Marge, could
you let it go?
You won. She's dead.
Mm-hmm.
We are here
to mourn the tragic loss
of Amber Pai Gow Simpson,
a gifted cocktail waitress
who hoped one day
to learn computers.
Amber said she wouldn't let
her eighth-grade education
stop her from
achieving her dreams
And yet, it did.
Bart! Do you want
to leave the funeral early?!
Do you?!
Yes. Of course.
"You were Homer's wife
"for a two-day spurt
Your name was Amber,
just like the alert..."
Bart, put that away!
Thanks a lot. I lost my place
Um... Ah, here it is. "The end."
Uh-oh.
Everyone relax, huh?
I know the Heimlich.
I learned it a few years ago.
It was 1997,
and Titanic was proving
unsinkable at the box office...
Somebody do me!
Whew!
Your son is
out of control!
You've raised
a savage beast!
Yeah! Put a leash
on him, lady!
Oh...
First, let me assure you
that Bart's antics
are perfectly normal
for a seven-year-old.
Actually, he's ten.
Oh, dear.
Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear.
Spare us your
medical mumbo jumbo.
Just give us the pills.
Clear-cut his brain
down to the nub
Mr. Simpson,
it would be easy for me
to pour drugs
Thank you,
Doctor.
Marge?
But for Bart,
I'm ing to prescribe
a more unorthodox treatment.
Cymbals... snare...
high hat... tom-tom...
sticks, mallet and brushes.
This is a drum kit!
Drumming demands energy
and concentration,
one of which Bart has,
Homie, look.
He's enjoying it.
Whoa! Trippy!
We started living
in an old house
My ma gave birth,
and we were checking it out
It was a baby boy
so we bought him a toy...
Hey, kid, why don't
you watch where
you're drumming?!
Sorry, White Stripes.
No hard feelings?
Let's kick his ass!
Oh! Why couldn't
he give up this
like he gives up
everything else?
I know!
I'll use that
white-noise machine
I got you when your father died.
Transport yourself to the shores
of Nova Scotia
where cod and halibut
frolic in...!
He's just drumming louder!
So it's a noise war
he wants, huh?!
Then I'll throw in some
rush-hour traffic!
And a circus fire!
Sleep tight, my angel!
Oh...
What ?!
Oh !
Oh! Let me know...
when and if
you want sex, honey!
Oh, he's gotta fall asleep
sometime, doesn't he?
You guys
need a break
Why don't I take Bart with me
to the children's bebop brunch
at Jazzy Goodtime's?
Is it in
a safe neighborhood?
Just make it happen!
Boy, get dressed!
You're going
to a jazz brunch
as punishment for all
the racket you're making!
I thought you wanted me to drum.
I'm sending you mixed messages.
Now, get the hell
outta here.
I love you so much.
Damn you!
What it is, hepcats?
You want me to
scat-sing the menu?
Absolutely not.
Oh, God bless you, sir.
Hey, Bart, you want
to jam with me?
Okay. If you give
me your omelet.
Whoo-hoo! I'm
a professional musician!
Not bad for
a newbie, Bart!
You just may be
the second-best
In case you're wondering
who the best one it's me.
Ah! Crazy man, crazy! Oh, yeah!
They're looking at me!
All right, Lisa, time to show
these jazz legends
how we swing in the suburbs.
That's a wrap, kids.
Now go have
some Jazzy Bread.
That's bread that fell
on the floor.
Excuse me.
Are you Lisa Simpson?
Yes, I am.
I'm, uh,
Defonzo "Skinny" Palmer
This is Marcus
"Marbles" Le Marquez.
Pleased to meet you.
We were about
to play a quick set,
Yes ?
Lisa Simpson...
Yes?
would do us the honor...
Yes?
of sitting in...
that chair in the audience.
We wanna jam
with your brother.
Look! Bart's onstage.
And he's contributing
to the entertainment!
Yeah!
I was jamming
with Skinny Turner
And they want me
to join their trio!
Woo-hoo! What's next?
A contract with
Groove-tone Records?
Take the G-train, baby.
Groove-tone!
Oh, I can't believe it.
Stupid brother...
'Cause I've wanted to jam with
jazz musicians all my life.
How would Bart like it if I
just hopped on his skateboard
and instantly became great?
Ah... whoa...
Mild! Mild! Mild! Mild! Mild!
Lisa, you've got
to be more careful.
I need you to teach me
all about the world of juzz.
It's jazz!
Jazz!
You don't even know
the name of the thing
Bart, you're so steady
on those skins, we're
Oh-- I always
wanted a jazz nickname.
Fine
We'll call you, uh...
Downbeat.
'Cause you're
bringin' us down.
That is the most unfair...
Downbeat, Downbeat,
please.
We're shootin' the breeze
with Tic Tock.
Oh, man, I am so juzzed.
Bart, a rising star like
you needs a manager,
and Gil's your guy!
Oh, I'm a jazz daddy
from way back.
With the skit-skat
skittily boom-de-boom,
and the ding-dong daddy...
Is that jazz?
That's jazz, right?
Cha-cha-cha
with the curly fries.
Hey!
Oh, son.
I like you more, now that
other people like you.
It's mergatronic, Daddy-Ho.
Bart, does that
even mean anything?
Xavier Cugat!
Bossie, the music business would
chew you up and spit you out.
You just keep your eyes
on the prize, girl.
Mom, I'm gonna lose it.
Bart's on the cover of both
local jazz magazines:
"Blowin'"
and "The Sugar Sheet".
Here's the only thing I've
been on the cover of.
Mm, look, uh, how 'bout
we go to the pound,
and get puppy
just for you?
That might work.
Oh, they're all so cute.
Yeah, you know
what's even cuter?
Picking one without
talking to me.
Well, I kind of like this guy.
Oh, but this one is precious!
Okay, this little guy's
coming home with me.
Who's gonna get neutered
tomorrow?
You are! Oh, yes you are.
Lisa Simpson...
you doomed me.
I did? How?
By choosing the cuter puppy.
You picked looks over
personality,
youth over experience,
no history of rabies over
unknown rabies status.
And now I'm going to die.
I never wanted that to happen!
You suuuuuck! You suuuuuck!
Ah, thanks, sweetie.
You suuuuuck!
Well, if you want him,
you can have him.
And if you
get tired of him...
I won't get tired of him.
It's just too bad
you can't take ol' Smiley here.
Yeah, he'll be in God's
Dumpster tomorrow
I'll take him, too.
And I'm gonna put
ol' Henry here to sleep...
because he knows
my darkest secret:
I like putting animals to sleep.
I'll take him, too.
Yeah...
Lookin' back on the track
for a little green bag
Got to find just the kind
or losin' my mind
Out of sight in the night,
out of sight in the day
Lookin' back on the track,
gonna do it my way
Okay, guys.
No one knows you're here,
so be quiet.
And if you get hungry,
there are rats living in
the Christmas decorations.
And then today at lunch,
Lenny and I went to the park
and rented a rowboat.
Carl sketched us from the bank.
Summer days...
What are
those noises?
They sounded
zoological.
Shut up!
I just said "shut up."
I'll punish myself
by going upstairs.
Bart! What are you doing here?
Uh... not smoking reefer.
Uh, that's right.
We all not
smoking reefer.
No, Buttercup! No!
My arm!
It hurts where
Bart, that was
a nasty bite you got.
You'll recover...
but you'll never drum again.
Says you.
I was a great drummer,
and now I'm nothing,
just like Phil Collins.
I feel so terrible.
I just wanted
to save those animals
while Bart
became a drummer,
but I never thought the two
stories would intersect.
And what about my new job
as a Mexican wrestler?
Beware of Taco Belly. Whoo!
Eat your heart...
No mas! No mas!
Uh, yes, I would like a bird
because I'm often
Birds help.
See, Lisa.
We're making progress.
Drop the marsupial!
If those animals aren't gone
by midnight tomorrow,
Animal Control is
gonna round 'em all up.
And kill 'em.
Can I, uh, can I
borrow that ostrich?
Sure.
How cool is this?
I guess that's it.
These animals are all gonna die.
Not if I can
help it, Lisa.
Do you have an idea?
Uh, no. Sorry if it
sounded like I did.
Hey, guys,
great news.
I can drum again.
Sorry, Tic Tock.
Your tick is on...
but your tock is gone.
Well, I've got
a confession to make.
This right arm... it's not mine.
Whose is it?
I don't know.
Tic Tock, maybe you
could get yourself
some of that sweet, sweet...
what do you call it?
Arthroscopic
micro-surgery
Yeah, that's
the jingle.
The doctor did say
surgery might help,
but it costs $78,000.
Well, I bet we
could raise it
Huh? Huh?
Outta sight!
In the pocket!
Groovay, groovay!
Now, you boys know
you don't have
to put something
like that together.
Somethin' like what together?
A benefit concert!
Benefit concert!?
Outta sight!
In the pocket!
Groovay, groovay!
Oh, this benefit concert
is gonna be Scooby Dooby.
I'm very happy for you, Bart.
Why are you sad?
Thinking about your marriage?
If we can't find
a home for those animals,
they'll be put to sleep.
Your sister's very upset.
Oh... I feel weird.
It's like a potato
chip full of shame,
going down my throat sideways.
Honey, what you're feeling
is called "empathy."
Oh... now I'm gonna
learn a new word.
"Empathy" means
you're looking at Lisa
and feeling what she feels.
Your sister poured her heart
into rescuing those animals
to forget the pain of
being upstaged in jazz,
and now...
How can I end this torture?!
You could do
something nice for Lisa.
You're my mother.
How can you say that?
superstars on the way, folks!
Hey, hey! We got more jazz
Gooey Martin, Willie Mimms,
Drop Jaws Turner,
Sketch Friendly,
Tootsie
Childs,
Sammy Biltmore,
No-Talent Jones,
Anwar Benitez,
Bossy Marmalade,
Bad-Check Mazursky,
Ray-Ray Takamura,
Shaky Premise,
Bootsy Croutonne,
Richard Sakai,
The Pre-Marital Sextet,
C.S.I. Miami,
D.W. Jitters
The Chubb Group,
Cantaloupe St. Pierre
and many, many, more
funny names!
And it's all to fix
this very talented arm.
Ow!
Oh, right,
the nerve damage.
Here's
the benefit money,
Now I'm gonna go vomit
to keep my weight down.
That's right.
That's how Krusty does it.
I wanna thank everyone
for this special night.
Jazz folk may have
the smallest apartments,
but they also have
the biggest hearts.
But the biggest heart I know
is in my sister Lisa.
What about me...
...Tootsie Childs?
Lis, you poured your heart
into rescuing society's most
vulnerable critters-- animals.
So I want all the money
we've raised tonight
to go to building...
The Lisa Simpson Home
for Abandoned Animals!
Oh, Bart, thank you
so, so much!
You know what we should do?
Hold a benefit concert.
Outta sight!
In the pocket!
Groovay, groovay!
Hey, am I still married
to your sister?
Naw, she died.