The Simpsons (1989–…): Season 25, Episode 19 - What to Expect When Bart's Expecting - full transcript
Bart becomes a savior to Springfield couples trying to conceive when he inadvertently uses voodoo to get his art teacher pregnant.
Why, you little...!
(homer and bart grunt)
Huh...?!
Eh, welcome fellow barkeeps,
gin-slingers, and beer jerks.
We are all here because drinkin'
in our bars is down.
Mom-and-pop bartenders can't
compete with big box stores
Like booze barn and hooch city.
(bell dinging)
(all clamoring)
Uh, folks, this
is the owner
Of the airport bar
speaking.
Uh, we're experiencing
some financial turbulence.
Uh, please remain calm.
Now let's watch
this informational video
That'll help save our business.
Thanks, cap.
Now what I'm proposing
is a superhero pub crawl.
Our clientele dress up
in costume
And go drinking from bar to bar.
Their masks make 'em feel
uninhibited and invulnerable.
(all murmuring positively)
Yeah, and that's not all.
Why don't you tell 'em
about it, moe?
Yeah, you got it, moe.
We can make up superhero drink
names and charge 'em double.
Like, uh, nick fury,
agent of schnapps;
Sex in the batmobile;
And wolveriskey.
Here, check out
my, uh, portfolium here.
(all clamoring, cheering)
Whoo! Yeah!
Flame on! (belches)
(gasps)
oh-god-oh-god-oh-god!
I can't breathe!
No, no, no!
Why do they call this
a yard of ale?
Easy. After you drink one,
You're passed out
in your yard.
Hmm.
(drunkenly):
Well, better get home.
The delightfulness
ended hours ago.
Homer, the best thing
for you to do
In this situation
is keep drinking. Heh.
(homer moaning)
(groaning)
(otto laughs)
Oh, why are you doing this
to me, booze?
I drank
every kind of you!
See ya, homer!
Bye, dad!
Have a good day,
you two!
Don't be me!
There's my dad!
Wait, I think
I just sucked up a dollar!
(grunting)
Jose, hit the switch!
We are not all joses, man.
(other kids laugh)
Oh! Art.
Simpson! Smock up!
Every time I do art,
Some do-gooder teacher sends it
straight to a therapist.
Your stuff is
pretty disturbing.
I've never acted
on any of it.
You will take art,
you will enjoy art,
And you will make something
in a kiln your mother can use.
Oh... (groans)
Maggie!
Why'd you do that?
Oh, I just came in
to take out the trash!
And you shall leave immortal!
Also, take out the trash.
Honest!
Inspiring!
Yes... Necessary!
Oh, milhouse-ian!
Oh, bart,
it's wonderful!
Really? Wonderful?
I just drowned
A grasshopper in paint
And let him crawl on the paper
till he died.
You know
what that's called?
Mixed-media conceptual art.
No, it's not,
because I hate art.
Oh, then it's protest art!
Stop encouraging me!
I will admire you
from afar...!
(exasperated grunt)
(gasps)
Shauna?
What are you doing here?
Training for the olympics.
I gotta find a way
to get rid of my art teacher.
Easy. Voodoo.
Is there a voodoo queen
you can direct me to?
Oh, yeah. She lives in a trailer
down by yogurtland.
Now kiss me.
I wanna make
somebody mad.
(grunting)
What are you doing?!
What's my no-good
daughter up to now?
Now you have everyt'ing
you need for the voodoo.
Would you like a bag?
Yes, ma'am.
Paper or plastic?
Uh, plastic.
Just like the chicken foot say
you would!
Okay, did you get
trunch's dna?
Yeah, got it out
of her purse.
(chuckles)
How'd you do that?
Art teachers
don't have a desk.
They just throw
their purse anywhere.
Voodoo spell, voodoo spell,
Seagull beak and bone of mel,
Purple heart and tear of chum...
(grunts)
Just had to be
tear of chum.
Send her home
with aching tum!
Oh, right, we need one more
thing from her purse.
I've got these.
Hmm, she's got tickets
to the play god of carnage.
Orchestra?!
On an art teacher's salary?
That's black magic!
Where's mrs. Trunch?
I need to know the correct
density of "points"
In my pointillism.
Mm, sorry,
but I don't think
We'll be seeing much
of trunch today.
Yep, I cast
a voodoo spell on her.
I won't bore you
with the dark details,
But let's just say she's
in no condition for teaching.
(gasps)
(disappointed):
Oh...
Class, I have an announcement.
I'm afraid I can't teach today.
I have a tummy ache.
Mm...
A very special tummy ache.
I'm going
to have a baby!
(gasps)
Aah! Bart simpson got
a teacher pregnant!
(scoffing)
typical ralph nonsense.
(milhouse panting)
Bart simpson got
a teacher pregnant!
You happy with your
two-timing boyfriend now?
I admit, I did make
a voodoo doll of mrs. Trunch.
But I just asked for
a stomachache, not a baby!
Classic wish-maker's mistake:
Vague language.
So I did make her pregnant?
Of course not.
Doesn't work that way.
Just how do women get babies?
I'm not allowed to discuss
that with fourth-graders.
Fifth grade, you get
every dirty detail.
Do you know how
embarrassed I was
To get a call
at my arraignment
For my behavior
during the pub crawl
Because of a
voodoo curse
My son placed
on his art teacher?
I didn't mean
to make her pregnant.
I just hate art so much.
Oh, everyone does, son.
That's why they
lock it up in museums
Where no one
will ever visit.
So, uh, your boy's got magic
knock-up powers, huh?
Hey, I created three kids,
And no one's making a big deal
of that.
Not true! Whenever
I compliment your virility,
You act all weird.
And you are
very virile.
Uh, yeah.
Just talk about sports!
No problem.
Wish I had
that tom brady's libido.
(shudders)
Oh, it's amazing how many
cheerios maggie drops
In the back seat.
Here you go.
Put those in the trash,
Then you can help me
unload the dishwasher.
Oh! A minute of fun,
a lifetime of work.
I've never heard
of a pregnancy like this.
There he is.
Jenny, this is crazy.
Nothing's crazy
at this point.
Are you the boy
that makes babies?
I like to think I'm the boy
that makes families.
You see, jenny?
He's just a jerk kid.
It's just... (sobs)
We've been trying so hard
to start a family.
With all the money
we've spent on ivf....
(sobs)
you have no idea!
Hmm, maybe I can help.
But it'll cost you.
How much?
Five dollars.
Plus one dollar
haw-haw insurance.
Trust me,
the insurance is worth it.
By the power of this place,
Make a baby with a face.
That's great, really.
Really glad
we're getting a baby
With a face.
Thank you.
(tires screech)
Haw...!
No haw-haw!
It worked!
(groans)
I'm pregnant!
Look, bart, I really,
I can't believe
there's a connection here.
But, uh, we have some friends
Who are in the same
dark place that we were.
Can we give them your name?
Only if they have five dollars.
Yes, right. I'll make sure
that they have five dollars.
With them.
Look, I'm sorry
our check bounced, man.
I can have
the bank teller call you.
Just give me the cash and you'll
get your driver's license back.
Please keep the chatter down
While the womb wizard
is casting his spells.
Ones are appreciated, people.
Barbeque sauce
and teddy bear's eye.
They want a baby,
god knows why.
Homie, I can't find my spatula.
Can you get another one?
Flanders, can we borrow
your spatula?
That was my spatula.
And you never bought
a replacement?
Ah, too much aggravation.
We just forego flipped food.
D'oh!
(grunts)
Hmm.
(humming a tune)
bart?
Huh?
Why, you little...!
I'll teach you to answer
peoples' prayers!
(both grunting)
Yeah, you know,
I just don't think
We're going to get
in to see him today.
What is your problem, boy?
Maybe when I've got a dad
who shows up in the morning
With no shirt on and
rocks on his face,
It sets, I don't know,
a low bar?
Wow, I got to take that in.
While I do,
have some bar nuts.
Aren't those full of germs?
Eat the nuts!
They're your dinner!
(guns click)
You guys
are coming with us.
Not so fast!
Nobody comes into my bar and
kidnaps two paying customers.
Aw, thanks, moe, I...
Huh?
I must've left
my wallet at home.
All right, take them, take them!
Fill their pockets with corn
And toss them to the pigs.
Don't tell us our business!
(sobs)
Huh? Fat tony?
That's right...
Fat homer.
Hey!
I need your boy
to make a baby.
Do you really need the boy's
help to make a baby?
Just do a little
of the bunga-bunga,
And the hotsie-totsie,
And the bop-bada-
bop-bada-bop.
You sound like every doctor
I've ever been to.
But it's not for me.
It's for her.
Meet my filly, cheesesteak.
The love of my life.
(baby-talking, kissing)
Who has apple breath?
You has apple breath.
(kissing, baby-talking)
And this horse,
Who I have briefly "borrowed,"
Is the winner of last year's
springfield stakes--
Rear admiral.
So work your magic,
and breed me a champion.
Look, fat tony,
I don't know
what you know about voodoo,
But it only works on people.
Horses?
That's crazy talk!
You will breed me a
champion by morning
Or it will be the last
sunrise you ever see.
Don't over-promise, boss.
It might be overcast.
How'd you like a
cast over your face?
Well, as long as there
were breath holes.
You know, I'm just saying.
Okay, boy, if there ever was
A good time for you to find out
Where babies come from
In the grossest way possible,
With your life on the line,
This is it.
One more thing:
It better be a boy.
(scoffs)
anything else?
It would be helpful
if he could go undercover
With police horses
and find out what they know.
(crickets trilling)
Hey, this is all your fault.
How is it my fault?
I wouldn't be here if you
were more of a role model.
Pub crawls,
naked frisbee golf...
I just did that because it was
a series of funny words.
Well, it's your
mediocre fathering
That put me on
the path to hell!
Wha...?
Maybe you're right, boy.
It's time I was a better father.
And I'll start by saving us.
I just need to facilitate
Some horse intercourse.
Come on, buddy.
Just make a champion
thoroughbred,
And we're out of here.
(neighs)
What's his problem?
? it's raining men ?
? hallelujah, it's raining men ?
(neighing)
? amen ?
? I'm gonna go out ?
? I'm gonna let myself get... ?
(music stops)
hey, you know?
I don't think
this guy likes girls.
(splutters)
big deal.
I don't like girls, either.
Not like that.
It's like this.
(indistinct whispering)
Smithers...
Mr. Largo...
Danny kaye.
What? Everyone knows.
(neighs)
Now, where's she going?
Hey, I know that horse!
It's sudsley!
Sudsley brew-right!
(neighs)
That horse was instrumental
in me becoming a man.
? it feels like the first time ?
? it feels like
the very first time ?
(neighing)
? it feels
like the first time... ?
(neighs)
Ew, that tastes horrible!
Beer transformed
that cute little boy
Into the man you see before you.
Hmm.
(neighs)
Whoa! They like each other.
You know,
pregnant is pregnant.
What are you talking about?
We're not lost, boy.
Not by a long shot.
We just have to set the mood.
(gentle orchestral intro begins)
? let them play ?
? we won't look ?
? we'll turn away ?
? go make love ?
? then eat some hay ?
? we'll be dead ?
? shot through the head ?
? be that as it may ?
? fat tony's horse is gay ?
? I do not hear no banging ?
? no sound
of horseshoes clanging ?
? roll in hay ?
? or tomorrow we will pay ?
? I don't care ?
? about tomorrow ?
? we need ?
? true horse love today ?
? here's a blanket
they can borrow ?
? let them rock the night away ?
? I don't really mind at all ?
? but why must
I go muck the stall? ?
? roll in hay ?
? roll in hay... ?
? roll in hay! ?
(bottle shatters)
(grunts)
(steady banging nearby)
Ah, young love.
So, where is the pregnancy test?
Right here.
What does it say?
The pimlico plus of joy?
Or the maryland state
fairgrounds minus?
It's a plus!
We're having a baby!
Hey, salute!
I've never seen johnny
tightlips so happy.
Simpsons, you're free to go!
Louie, drive 'em home.
Cool, another limo ride!
The limo's in the shop.
We have a loaner.
Bart:
Ay, caramba!
You monster!
My knees will be in my throat!
There's another way you can go.
Dad?
Cheesesteak, a little advice
from a mother of three.
They'll turn out the same
whether you gallop or trot.
Teach him not
to pee during parades.
He'll get more work.
(neighing)
Now that's what I call
a modern family.
? hey, hey! ?
? hey, hey! ?
? hey, hey! ?
? hey, hey! ?
? hey! ?
(clamoring)
The prosecution calls
sudsley brew-right!
(gallery murmuring)
Sudsley, on the
night in question,
How many did you see
the defendant kill?
(knocks seven times)
Seven in one night?
What kind of a monster
could do that?
A party monster!
Drinking the new, convenient
Duff seven-pack!
? oh, yeah ?
The duff seven-pack--
One more for the road.
There's nothing symmetrical
about flavor!
So get your seven pack today!
It looks wrong, but it is
oh, so right! Oh, yeah!
? oh, yeah... ?
(homer and bart grunt)
Huh...?!
Eh, welcome fellow barkeeps,
gin-slingers, and beer jerks.
We are all here because drinkin'
in our bars is down.
Mom-and-pop bartenders can't
compete with big box stores
Like booze barn and hooch city.
(bell dinging)
(all clamoring)
Uh, folks, this
is the owner
Of the airport bar
speaking.
Uh, we're experiencing
some financial turbulence.
Uh, please remain calm.
Now let's watch
this informational video
That'll help save our business.
Thanks, cap.
Now what I'm proposing
is a superhero pub crawl.
Our clientele dress up
in costume
And go drinking from bar to bar.
Their masks make 'em feel
uninhibited and invulnerable.
(all murmuring positively)
Yeah, and that's not all.
Why don't you tell 'em
about it, moe?
Yeah, you got it, moe.
We can make up superhero drink
names and charge 'em double.
Like, uh, nick fury,
agent of schnapps;
Sex in the batmobile;
And wolveriskey.
Here, check out
my, uh, portfolium here.
(all clamoring, cheering)
Whoo! Yeah!
Flame on! (belches)
(gasps)
oh-god-oh-god-oh-god!
I can't breathe!
No, no, no!
Why do they call this
a yard of ale?
Easy. After you drink one,
You're passed out
in your yard.
Hmm.
(drunkenly):
Well, better get home.
The delightfulness
ended hours ago.
Homer, the best thing
for you to do
In this situation
is keep drinking. Heh.
(homer moaning)
(groaning)
(otto laughs)
Oh, why are you doing this
to me, booze?
I drank
every kind of you!
See ya, homer!
Bye, dad!
Have a good day,
you two!
Don't be me!
There's my dad!
Wait, I think
I just sucked up a dollar!
(grunting)
Jose, hit the switch!
We are not all joses, man.
(other kids laugh)
Oh! Art.
Simpson! Smock up!
Every time I do art,
Some do-gooder teacher sends it
straight to a therapist.
Your stuff is
pretty disturbing.
I've never acted
on any of it.
You will take art,
you will enjoy art,
And you will make something
in a kiln your mother can use.
Oh... (groans)
Maggie!
Why'd you do that?
Oh, I just came in
to take out the trash!
And you shall leave immortal!
Also, take out the trash.
Honest!
Inspiring!
Yes... Necessary!
Oh, milhouse-ian!
Oh, bart,
it's wonderful!
Really? Wonderful?
I just drowned
A grasshopper in paint
And let him crawl on the paper
till he died.
You know
what that's called?
Mixed-media conceptual art.
No, it's not,
because I hate art.
Oh, then it's protest art!
Stop encouraging me!
I will admire you
from afar...!
(exasperated grunt)
(gasps)
Shauna?
What are you doing here?
Training for the olympics.
I gotta find a way
to get rid of my art teacher.
Easy. Voodoo.
Is there a voodoo queen
you can direct me to?
Oh, yeah. She lives in a trailer
down by yogurtland.
Now kiss me.
I wanna make
somebody mad.
(grunting)
What are you doing?!
What's my no-good
daughter up to now?
Now you have everyt'ing
you need for the voodoo.
Would you like a bag?
Yes, ma'am.
Paper or plastic?
Uh, plastic.
Just like the chicken foot say
you would!
Okay, did you get
trunch's dna?
Yeah, got it out
of her purse.
(chuckles)
How'd you do that?
Art teachers
don't have a desk.
They just throw
their purse anywhere.
Voodoo spell, voodoo spell,
Seagull beak and bone of mel,
Purple heart and tear of chum...
(grunts)
Just had to be
tear of chum.
Send her home
with aching tum!
Oh, right, we need one more
thing from her purse.
I've got these.
Hmm, she's got tickets
to the play god of carnage.
Orchestra?!
On an art teacher's salary?
That's black magic!
Where's mrs. Trunch?
I need to know the correct
density of "points"
In my pointillism.
Mm, sorry,
but I don't think
We'll be seeing much
of trunch today.
Yep, I cast
a voodoo spell on her.
I won't bore you
with the dark details,
But let's just say she's
in no condition for teaching.
(gasps)
(disappointed):
Oh...
Class, I have an announcement.
I'm afraid I can't teach today.
I have a tummy ache.
Mm...
A very special tummy ache.
I'm going
to have a baby!
(gasps)
Aah! Bart simpson got
a teacher pregnant!
(scoffing)
typical ralph nonsense.
(milhouse panting)
Bart simpson got
a teacher pregnant!
You happy with your
two-timing boyfriend now?
I admit, I did make
a voodoo doll of mrs. Trunch.
But I just asked for
a stomachache, not a baby!
Classic wish-maker's mistake:
Vague language.
So I did make her pregnant?
Of course not.
Doesn't work that way.
Just how do women get babies?
I'm not allowed to discuss
that with fourth-graders.
Fifth grade, you get
every dirty detail.
Do you know how
embarrassed I was
To get a call
at my arraignment
For my behavior
during the pub crawl
Because of a
voodoo curse
My son placed
on his art teacher?
I didn't mean
to make her pregnant.
I just hate art so much.
Oh, everyone does, son.
That's why they
lock it up in museums
Where no one
will ever visit.
So, uh, your boy's got magic
knock-up powers, huh?
Hey, I created three kids,
And no one's making a big deal
of that.
Not true! Whenever
I compliment your virility,
You act all weird.
And you are
very virile.
Uh, yeah.
Just talk about sports!
No problem.
Wish I had
that tom brady's libido.
(shudders)
Oh, it's amazing how many
cheerios maggie drops
In the back seat.
Here you go.
Put those in the trash,
Then you can help me
unload the dishwasher.
Oh! A minute of fun,
a lifetime of work.
I've never heard
of a pregnancy like this.
There he is.
Jenny, this is crazy.
Nothing's crazy
at this point.
Are you the boy
that makes babies?
I like to think I'm the boy
that makes families.
You see, jenny?
He's just a jerk kid.
It's just... (sobs)
We've been trying so hard
to start a family.
With all the money
we've spent on ivf....
(sobs)
you have no idea!
Hmm, maybe I can help.
But it'll cost you.
How much?
Five dollars.
Plus one dollar
haw-haw insurance.
Trust me,
the insurance is worth it.
By the power of this place,
Make a baby with a face.
That's great, really.
Really glad
we're getting a baby
With a face.
Thank you.
(tires screech)
Haw...!
No haw-haw!
It worked!
(groans)
I'm pregnant!
Look, bart, I really,
I can't believe
there's a connection here.
But, uh, we have some friends
Who are in the same
dark place that we were.
Can we give them your name?
Only if they have five dollars.
Yes, right. I'll make sure
that they have five dollars.
With them.
Look, I'm sorry
our check bounced, man.
I can have
the bank teller call you.
Just give me the cash and you'll
get your driver's license back.
Please keep the chatter down
While the womb wizard
is casting his spells.
Ones are appreciated, people.
Barbeque sauce
and teddy bear's eye.
They want a baby,
god knows why.
Homie, I can't find my spatula.
Can you get another one?
Flanders, can we borrow
your spatula?
That was my spatula.
And you never bought
a replacement?
Ah, too much aggravation.
We just forego flipped food.
D'oh!
(grunts)
Hmm.
(humming a tune)
bart?
Huh?
Why, you little...!
I'll teach you to answer
peoples' prayers!
(both grunting)
Yeah, you know,
I just don't think
We're going to get
in to see him today.
What is your problem, boy?
Maybe when I've got a dad
who shows up in the morning
With no shirt on and
rocks on his face,
It sets, I don't know,
a low bar?
Wow, I got to take that in.
While I do,
have some bar nuts.
Aren't those full of germs?
Eat the nuts!
They're your dinner!
(guns click)
You guys
are coming with us.
Not so fast!
Nobody comes into my bar and
kidnaps two paying customers.
Aw, thanks, moe, I...
Huh?
I must've left
my wallet at home.
All right, take them, take them!
Fill their pockets with corn
And toss them to the pigs.
Don't tell us our business!
(sobs)
Huh? Fat tony?
That's right...
Fat homer.
Hey!
I need your boy
to make a baby.
Do you really need the boy's
help to make a baby?
Just do a little
of the bunga-bunga,
And the hotsie-totsie,
And the bop-bada-
bop-bada-bop.
You sound like every doctor
I've ever been to.
But it's not for me.
It's for her.
Meet my filly, cheesesteak.
The love of my life.
(baby-talking, kissing)
Who has apple breath?
You has apple breath.
(kissing, baby-talking)
And this horse,
Who I have briefly "borrowed,"
Is the winner of last year's
springfield stakes--
Rear admiral.
So work your magic,
and breed me a champion.
Look, fat tony,
I don't know
what you know about voodoo,
But it only works on people.
Horses?
That's crazy talk!
You will breed me a
champion by morning
Or it will be the last
sunrise you ever see.
Don't over-promise, boss.
It might be overcast.
How'd you like a
cast over your face?
Well, as long as there
were breath holes.
You know, I'm just saying.
Okay, boy, if there ever was
A good time for you to find out
Where babies come from
In the grossest way possible,
With your life on the line,
This is it.
One more thing:
It better be a boy.
(scoffs)
anything else?
It would be helpful
if he could go undercover
With police horses
and find out what they know.
(crickets trilling)
Hey, this is all your fault.
How is it my fault?
I wouldn't be here if you
were more of a role model.
Pub crawls,
naked frisbee golf...
I just did that because it was
a series of funny words.
Well, it's your
mediocre fathering
That put me on
the path to hell!
Wha...?
Maybe you're right, boy.
It's time I was a better father.
And I'll start by saving us.
I just need to facilitate
Some horse intercourse.
Come on, buddy.
Just make a champion
thoroughbred,
And we're out of here.
(neighs)
What's his problem?
? it's raining men ?
? hallelujah, it's raining men ?
(neighing)
? amen ?
? I'm gonna go out ?
? I'm gonna let myself get... ?
(music stops)
hey, you know?
I don't think
this guy likes girls.
(splutters)
big deal.
I don't like girls, either.
Not like that.
It's like this.
(indistinct whispering)
Smithers...
Mr. Largo...
Danny kaye.
What? Everyone knows.
(neighs)
Now, where's she going?
Hey, I know that horse!
It's sudsley!
Sudsley brew-right!
(neighs)
That horse was instrumental
in me becoming a man.
? it feels like the first time ?
? it feels like
the very first time ?
(neighing)
? it feels
like the first time... ?
(neighs)
Ew, that tastes horrible!
Beer transformed
that cute little boy
Into the man you see before you.
Hmm.
(neighs)
Whoa! They like each other.
You know,
pregnant is pregnant.
What are you talking about?
We're not lost, boy.
Not by a long shot.
We just have to set the mood.
(gentle orchestral intro begins)
? let them play ?
? we won't look ?
? we'll turn away ?
? go make love ?
? then eat some hay ?
? we'll be dead ?
? shot through the head ?
? be that as it may ?
? fat tony's horse is gay ?
? I do not hear no banging ?
? no sound
of horseshoes clanging ?
? roll in hay ?
? or tomorrow we will pay ?
? I don't care ?
? about tomorrow ?
? we need ?
? true horse love today ?
? here's a blanket
they can borrow ?
? let them rock the night away ?
? I don't really mind at all ?
? but why must
I go muck the stall? ?
? roll in hay ?
? roll in hay... ?
? roll in hay! ?
(bottle shatters)
(grunts)
(steady banging nearby)
Ah, young love.
So, where is the pregnancy test?
Right here.
What does it say?
The pimlico plus of joy?
Or the maryland state
fairgrounds minus?
It's a plus!
We're having a baby!
Hey, salute!
I've never seen johnny
tightlips so happy.
Simpsons, you're free to go!
Louie, drive 'em home.
Cool, another limo ride!
The limo's in the shop.
We have a loaner.
Bart:
Ay, caramba!
You monster!
My knees will be in my throat!
There's another way you can go.
Dad?
Cheesesteak, a little advice
from a mother of three.
They'll turn out the same
whether you gallop or trot.
Teach him not
to pee during parades.
He'll get more work.
(neighing)
Now that's what I call
a modern family.
? hey, hey! ?
? hey, hey! ?
? hey, hey! ?
? hey, hey! ?
? hey! ?
(clamoring)
The prosecution calls
sudsley brew-right!
(gallery murmuring)
Sudsley, on the
night in question,
How many did you see
the defendant kill?
(knocks seven times)
Seven in one night?
What kind of a monster
could do that?
A party monster!
Drinking the new, convenient
Duff seven-pack!
? oh, yeah ?
The duff seven-pack--
One more for the road.
There's nothing symmetrical
about flavor!
So get your seven pack today!
It looks wrong, but it is
oh, so right! Oh, yeah!
? oh, yeah... ?