The Simpsons (1989–…): Season 19, Episode 2 - Homer of Seville - full transcript

The Simpsons - Season 19 Episode 02

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Supersimo, The Dude

Did you bring the milk?

TODAY'S TOPIC: JESUS:
THE REAL AMERICAN IDOL

This concludes our service.

Go now in the peace of the Lord.

So long, suckers!
Move it, move it, move it!

Do you want to be second
out of the parking lot? Do you?

- Leave her!
- We left her last week,

and she didn't make it home for dinner!



You'll never catch me, Lord!

Oh, man, that church
service was so boring.

I did a whole book of Find-A-Words.

Dad, all you circled were
the "I"s and "A"s.

Those are words.

Well, where should we go for brunch?

Griddler on the Roof?

Thank God It's Fried Eggs?

Luftwaffle's?

Bodacious Frittatas?

Buffet the Hunger Slayer?

I want to say one. Be my guest.

Denny's.

Every place has such a long line.



Don't worry. We'll just go home.
Your mother can cook.

I just want a simple salad

with pine nuts, haricots verts,
seasonal heirloom tomatoes...

Forget it! One day a week,

I should be able to put on nice clothes

and have someone bring food tome.

There's a place... with no line!

STARVING TEACHERS CATERING

Bart, that's not a restaurant,
it's somebody's house.

Lisa's right, son. Your mom
is way too classy a lady

- to crash a private...
- I'm not cooking!

And you can cut your own meat!

Everyone just act cool.

If anyone asks, tell
them we're plumbers,

and then start plumbing
until they go away.

Hi... you!

Dude! You don't think,
you know me, but you do!

Oh Homer, you've got to try
this roast beef au jus.

Mmm! Au jus!

Not quite gravy, not quite blood.

Look at the crowd around that table.

It must be a make your own sundae bar!

Oh, I can't wait to
taste that hot fudge,

and caramel and crushed nuts
all slathered over a delicious...

elderly corpse?!

We crashed a funeral!

Oh, my God! Quick, everyone,
put on their long faces.

Longer!

We should get out of here. Come on!

Where's Bart?

Mahogany. Great movie, great casket.

I miss my Pop-pop.

I miss him, too. What's your name?

Donny. You're Donny?

Pop-pop said that after he died,

you should give me ten bucks a week.

Starting now.

- Okay.
- Um, listen,

I'm out of town next week, so...

Come on, we're leaving!
Ooh. After one more mini-quiche.

Excuse me.

My brother twisted his ankle
setting up the chairs.

Will the tragedies that stalk
this family never cease?

- Would you like to be a pallbearer?
- Of course.

I thought she said polar bear.

Please, sir, a little
respect for the dead.

Oh, yes, of course.

Oh, my back!

It hurts, and not in a good way.

Well, time to move on with our lives.

Oh, stop it!

I'm down here.

Homer, you have a mild back sprain.

And you also ingested
a dangerous quantity of grave dirt.

Well, you're always telling me
I should eat more dirt.

Not dirt. Vegetables!

Which grow in what?

Oh! Look, I just need to make sure
your vertebrae are properly aligned.

This should take only a minute,
and cost about a thousand dollars.

That doesn't sound like
Homer's usual annoyed grunt.

Fascinating.

When Homer's on his back,

his stomach lodges perfectly
under his diaphragm,

giving him a powerful singing voice.

- Is that a real thing?
- It is!

Tenor Andrea Bocelli recorded
an entire song on his back.

You know, Homer, your singing
could help alleviate patient suffering,

and save us a fortune in Demerol.

My pleasure.

o/~ If ever I would leave you o/~

o/~ It wouldn't be in summer o/~

o/~ Seeing you in summer o/~

o/~ I never would go o/~

o/~ Your hair streaked with sunlight o/~

o/~ Your lips red as flame o/~

o/~ Your face with a luster o/~

o/~ That puts gold to shame! o/~

o/~ But if I ever leave you o/~

o/~ It shouldn't be in autumn o/~

o/~ How I'd leave in autumn o/~

o/~ I never will know o/~

o/~ I've seen how you sparkle o/~

o/~ When fall nips the air o/~

o/~ I know you in autumn o/~

o/~ And I must be there. o/~

Ah, nothing lifts my spirits
like shopping.

Let's see, I'll take his liver,

a case of Adam's apples,
that motorcycle man's moustache.

Oh, the money you've contributed to anti
helmet laws has really paid off, sir.

Well, young people are my future.

o/~ And could I leave you o/~
o/~ Running merrily through the snow o/~

That beautiful voice!

It's making my heart race!

It's coming from down the hall.

To the Betty and Herbert
Weinstein Pavilion!

o/~ Oh, no! Not in springtime o/~

o/~ Summer, winter or fall o/~

o/~ No, never could I leave you... o/~

o/~ At... all! o/~

Excellent, excellent!

The Springfield Opera House,
of which I am founder,

artistic director,
and standing ovation starter,

is producing La Boh?me.

I want you to sing the lead.

But I can only sing lying on my back.

Uh, we'll cover it with a rewrite.

Places, everyone!

Oh, oh, I just have one question:
what is this movie about?

For the last time, it's not a movie!

Excuse me, "film."

It's an opera and you are in it!

Good luck.

o/~ Rodolfo, perche' siete
che vi trovate giu' o/~

o/~ Ho danneggiato il mio piede o/~

o/~ Nei cieli bigi Guardo fumar o/~
o/~ dai mille comignoli Parigi o/~

Homer's fantastic!

Yeah. But these seats are terrible.

o/~ Mimi! Mimi! o/~

o/~ Mimi! Mimi! o/~

Bravo! Bravo!

My boy, you are a star.

An opera star!

Dad, you were great!

And you contributed to our culture!

- Well, I didn't mean to.
- No, no. It's a good thing.

Oh, good. This makes up for me

showing up drunk
to the father-daughter dance.

The dance isn't till next week.

Sorry, Lisa. Can't change the future.

Are we pulling the entire cast?

- No, one guy.
- One guy?!

o/~ And the home of the... bra-aave! o/~

We're free!

o/~ Figaro, Figaro, la, la, la o/~

Nice set, Homer. That was a hot one.

Wow, praise from Placido Domingo.

Just call me P-Dingo,

Eh, I'll think about it.

You know, Homer, there's one thing
about opera that has always bugged me:

everyone sings instead of talking.

But you made me believe I was in a
magical world where singing is talking.

Thanks! You know, of the three
tenors, you're my second favorite!

No wait, I forgot about that other guy.
Sorry, you're third.

Wait, Homer, before you go,

there is a new note I've been
working on. Tell me what you think...

what if you gave it a little
more of this flavor:

Like this?

Keep reaching for the stars, kid.

Happy anniversary, sweetie.

You know, it might be a little more
romantic without your entourage.

But I need my childhood friends
to help me keep it real.

Would you have me keep it fake?

Homer, can't we please be alone?
It's our anniversary.

We'll move to another table.

Yoko.

See?

- Isn't it nicer, with just you and...
- Excuse us.

Would you mind signing
autographs for my mother and me?

Oh, my pleasure.
To the hottest girls in the room.

What is he saying?

I said you look hot! Hot! Ay Chihuahua!

- Ay chi-what?
- Hua-hua!

I want you to stop flirting with women.

No problem.

Sir, may I say I thoroughly
enjoyed your performance.

May I say I'm enjoying the calm
waters of your deep, blue eyes?

Oh, well...

What? That's how guys talk.

You are out of control! The late nights,
the eating!

You've actually outgrown your cape!

Oh, Homie...
I miss our alone time. I miss you.

- Need some help, H?
- Want us to take Marge shopping?

You guys go on, we're gonna walk home.

Great call, H, walking's the best.

I really want to hook up with Homer.

Now we both know that ain't
gonna happen, but, uh, I'm right here.

Marge, when I'm onstage,

I can only sing those love songs
by picturing your beautiful face.

So in a way, my groupies
are really ourgroupies.

- Aw, you're sweet.
- Oh, my God, it's him!

Use your opera glasses, Dorothy.

Switching to thermal imaging.

Target acquired.

Oh, we're trapped.
Your fans will rip us to pieces.

Not me, they love me.

Get on.

Sir, thank you for saving us.
Do you want to come in for coffee?

That's right, I'm a woman.

A lady motorcycle driver?!
What is this,The Twilight Zone?

It's a shame a few out of control fans
can make the rest of us look bad.

I couldn't agree more, Julia.

Listen, I love opera, but I hate the way
these people treat your husband.

Why don't you make me
president of Homer's fan club

and I'll keep the crazies in check.

That's a great idea. To celebrate,
I'll go whip us up some Chex Mix pie.

So did you see the show tonight?

Remember the part where I forgot
the words and I just sang:

"Uh-oh Spaghetti-os"?

I'm hoping they send me a case.

Now listen, Homer.
You can have me anytime you want me.

Marge!

But if you say one word to your wife,
I'll tell her you attacked me.

What is it, sweetie?

Um... everyone's wearing
clothes in here.

That's nice.

if you send him Mr. Simpson will send
you a photo a self-addressed envelope.

Mr. Simpson cannot sing at
your daughter's birthday,

but he will come for cake.

Dedicate your shopping center?
What's the anchor store?

- I don't think so.
- She's perfect!

For the first time since you became
an opera star I can finally relax.

Well, uh, I'm not sure
she's working out.

That's it!
Let me make something very clear:

my heart belongs to Marge
and you can never, ever have it.

This opera's over when the fatmansings.

All right, Homer. I understand
perfectly. You shall never be mine.

That's good. You've calmly accepted
that you will never have

the only man you could ever love. Now,
I think it would be best if you left.

- Julia, wait!
- Yes?

Before you go,
could you hire your own replacement?

But make sure she's not crazy like you.

Die, you stupid cobra! Die! Die!

Dad, I think someone's
trying to kill you.

Who could it be?
A disgruntled former employee?

Whoever it is, the cobra
is their symbol.

o/~ D'oh, d'oh, d'oh, d'oh,
d'oh, d'oh, d'oh o/~

o/~ Woo, woo, woo,woo, woo, woo-hoo o/~

o/~ Stu, stu, stu, stu-pid Flanders o/~

Why the crescendo, my dear,
old friend-o?

o/~ Get lost you waste
of a moustache. o/~

Okily-dokily.

Chief, I think we should
cancel the performance.

No can do, Marge.My first duty
is to the season-ticket holders.

But don't worry,I've got the entire
opera house on a complete lockdown.

I got sharpshooters on the gargoyles,
inflatable Homer decoys in the seats,

and to take out the biggest threat of
all, we're pre-crashing the chandelier.

o/~ Se il mio nome saper voi bramate
Dal mio labbro il mio nome...o/~

I'm so tense.

I can't enjoy Count Almaviva serenading
the intended brideof Dr. Bartalo.

I just can't.

I don't see anything suspicious.

Except someone is loudly
unwrapping their candy.

It ain't candy, it's a lamb
chop wrapped in foil.

Hey, Mom, do all conductors carry
poisoned blow-dartsin their pocket?

Well, Arthur Fiedler used to,
but I'd better take a look.

Chief Wiggums!
The maestro is the killer!

All right, I'm going in.

Allegro! Allegro!
I mean, andante. Andante! Ah, yeah.

Snipers, take the shot.

Okay, that's a wrap, people!

Luckily, the sniper
bullets stopped her heart

from pumping the poison through her body

long enough for the chandelier
to squish it all out of her.

With any luck, she'll be up
and stalking within a week.

I'm sorry you got hurt,
but you learned an important lesson.

One comes between me and my Homie.

I'll get you for this, Marge,
if it's the last thing I do.

Oh, and I scheduled
the cable guy to come

on Wednesday between 10:00 and 2:00.

- Oh, but Wednesday's not good for me.
- I know, Marge. I know.

Let's go, Hagliacci,
or should I say, Madame Butterface?

What? What? I had two.

Well, that's it.
I'm retiring from the opera.

It's just too popular.
And I know something

much more fun I can do on my back.

Singing opera made me good at painting.

- Is that a real thing?
- No.