The Simpsons (1989–…): Season 34, Episode 11 - Top Goon - full transcript
Moe coaches Bart's hockey team and recruits the world's greatest brawlers to teach Nelson the art of hockey goonery.
Ow!
Oh, for the love of
absolutely nothing, Toot.
Keep it down!
You're disturbing my customers!
Start the board meeting without me.
Oops.
Is my new Kawabashi Leaf Ninja
set in show-off mode?
That's 500 CCs
just champing at the bit.
Ow!
My black-market
cochlear implant!
Now let me blow
something else.
Your mind.
Ow! My black market
LASIK surgery!
The youth hockey team
that I sponsor and coach
won the championship this year.
Trophies are what they give
to winners, when they win.
F. Y. I.
Okay, stuff like this
is why Gayle left you.
No one knows why Gayle left me,
except for Gayle
and my more-handsome brother.
But don't let my success
get to you, Moe.
Remember, just because
something good happens to me,
you're a giant loser.
Anyway, just something
for you to stew on.
Right. Sure I am.
Me, stew. No way.
Not stew, not me.
No stew.
Hey, Stu.
Me, stew?
I ain't spending one second
replaying my failures.
Like how I don't got no money,
I got no education.
My mattress
is a pallet of flyers
I was supposed to deliver.
How I was invited
to five different dinners
for schmucks in one week.
I only got one lightbulb,
which I got to take
from room to room.
How every sex cult I join
turns into a suicide cult.
I'm a speck.
No, I'm-I'm less than a speck.
I'm nothing but, uh...
I'm a scuzz.
Moe, what gives?
You've been dwelling on your
failures for ten months.
Why didn't you stop me?
'Cause then we'd have
to touch your shoulder.
Soccer season is over.
The conquering
participant returns.
Congratulations, sweetie.
I know how hard you strived
to participate.
It wasn't easy,
but I did the bare minimum.
Thanks for driving me to games
every Saturday, Dad.
Well, I knew
it wouldn't last forever.
And now,
with soccer season over,
sitting season...
begins.
Homer, get up.
Bart's first
junior hockey game is today.
But-but kids' sports was over!
It's great father-son bonding.
No. It's me driving
while Bart looks at his phone.
Then it's Bart playing
while I look at my phone.
Then me driving home while
we both look at our phones.
That's what kids' sports is.
Can I have some money
to bet on the games?
Okay, diapers.
I'm gonna tell you something
no coach ever had the heart
to say to his players.
You are only here
to fix my emotional problems.
Yeah!
We're 20 games away
from me getting a trophy
and six payments away
from me owning this whistle.
Now, you all know the game plan.
We suck except Bart,
so give him the stupid puck
and then shut our stupid mouths,
you stupid pukes.
Yeah, good job, uh,
kid who ain't Bart.
Now let's go watch Bart do this!
Oh, you're so done, Toot.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ouch...
Oops. My biggest guy
took out your scorer.
Hey, feel free to retaliate
with your biggest kid.
Hmm.
Put me in, Coach.
I'll rip him limb from limb.
Let me at him.
The net ate my hockey cookie.
Wha...
Oh, thank heavens.
An adult has arrived to help me.
No, no, no.
I'm just here to observe.
Uh, how would you like
to play hockey?
Haw-haw... key?
It's the most messed-up sport
in the world.
It's like a prison riot
but with less rules.
And you, you would play
the best position of all...
The goon.
Goon...
Pretty word.
What it mean?
It's that sweet spot between
a thug and an enforcer.
Anyone who comes near
the best players on the team,
the goon turns their face
into mustard.
You're exactly
what my team needs.
Team? I don't do teams.
Sorry.
Not my pierogies!
My Oma makes them
but once a week.
I got to deal with this.
Nah, I get it.
People look at scuzzes like us
like we got the plague.
Which, when I did,
it weren't even bubonic.
Our schedule, in case
you change your mind, there.
Maybe we'll both find out
what it feels
like to be winners.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
Full steam ahead, lads.
We make for the goal,
and damn their
neutral zone trap.
Oh, another weekend
murdered by kids' sports.
How come this is
the only league in the world
without a labor dispute?
Unionize, cowards!
Yarr!
I'm getting killed out there!
So you get a little dinged up.
You ever seen the children's
wing at the hospital?
They got murals on the walls.
You'll love it.
Everywhere you look...
Rainbow, rainbow, rainbow.
The whole league
knows all they have to do
is beat me up and they win.
Yeah, you're right,
it's hopeless.
There ain't nobody
who's gonna walk into this rink
and turn me into a winner.
No how, no when.
Did somebody order a psycho?
Oh.
Where do you want me, Crotch?
Uh, it-it's "coach."
But just get out there.
Get out there and do your thing.
- We won!
- We did it!
Oh, my gosh!
My life has meaning!
As I've been screaming
for the last 15 minutes,
- all players must be wearing skates.
- Oh, come on.
There's no way that that...
Oh, there it is.
Rule number one:
"No cafeteria trays."
The Bar Flyers forfeit.
The game is over.
Aw!
You said I'd get to win.
All I did was make
everyone else a loser, too.
Loser? No, no,
you-you were amazing out there.
- I was?
- Kid, you are a natural born goon.
A real diamond in the urinal.
All you need is some training.
And I'm gonna make sure
that you learn from the best.
Welcome to Top Goon.
It's beautiful.
I'm gonna learn so hard, Moe.
- I won't let you down.
- I know you won't, kid.
- What was that?
- Oh, I just tousled your hair.
Ain't nobody
ever done that before?
Uh..
Keep going.
Yeah, my arm's getting
a little tired, here.
- That's your problem.
- All right.
Welcome to Top Goon.
I'd like to introduce you
to your faculty,
the most feared men
to ever lace 'em up.
Dave "The Hammer" Schultz.
That's just a nickname.
My given name is
David "The Hammer" Schultz.
Stu "The Grim Reaper" Grimson.
I look sane,
but trust me, I'm not.
You'll see.
You'll all see.
And Tiger Williams.
Your instructor
for Basic Pummeling
and, time permitting,
The American Novel:
1930 to the Present.
As a goon, you have
one job on the ice:
Protect your team's best scorer.
We call that person
your "primary."
This is the most important
person in your life.
Who's the best scorer
on your team, Muntz?
- Bart Simpson.
- Then Bart Simpson is your primary.
Don't forget it.
- Who do we protect?
- Our primary.
And what do we do
for our primary?
Protect them.
And who do we protect?
Our primary?
This kid's good.
"The Hockey Song" by
Stompin' Tom Connors playing...
♪ Hello out there,
we're on the air ♪
♪ It's hockey night tonight ♪
♪ Tension grows,
the whistle blows ♪
♪ And the puck goes
down the ice ♪
♪ The goalie jumps
and the players bump ♪
♪ And the fans all go insane ♪
♪ Someone roars,
"Bobby scores!" ♪
♪ At the good ol' hockey game ♪
♪ Oh, the good ol' hockey game ♪
♪ Is the best game
you can name ♪
♪ And the best game
you can name ♪
♪ Is the good ol'
hockey game. ♪
Mm...
Aw...
Huh?
Hey, sorry I'm late.
I couldn't unlock the Maps app.
My phone don't
recognize my face as a face.
I can't believe you came!
I wouldn't miss this
for my own mother's funeral.
I made that choice
and I'm good with it.
Hey, Moe.
How's it going?
You know these guys?
I used to be the bartender
in the penalty box
at the Philadelphia Spectrum.
My tip jar was full of teeth.
I got Phil Esposito's
whole mouth somewheres.
Muntz, recite the goon code.
I am a goon.
I protect my primary.
And... that's pretty much it.
Nelson Muntz, you've out-thugged
every gorilla in your class.
You are... Top Goon!
I did... not bad?
Hey, you did more than that.
You did not horrible.
Now come on, I got a graduation
present lined up for yo use.
From up here,
the wads look like ants.
Hey, you-you want to drop
pickled eggs on them?
Sure!
Yeah, Duff lets me
use their blimp
'cause I buy up all the beer
that the employees drown in.
Pretty sweet
for a couple of scuzzes.
Yeah, it's a big world
down there, kid.
And when its back is turned,
you can steal
anything you want from it.
Oh, that egg just hit
a cop's horse.
Floor it, Jimmy!
Floor it!
Great.
I have to drive 50 miles
to spend my entire weekend
freezing my ass off.
Stone-cold sober,
sitting in seats with no backs,
making awkward conversation
with dads who share way too much
about their marriages...
I told Sarah when we got
married, "I am a foot guy."
Please guess the one part
of the body
she just doesn't moisturize?
Seriously, guess.
Guess!
- Please, just guess.
- Oh...
Nelson, could I interest you
in a little skate?
I could stretch my legs.
Bart's my primary.
I protect my primary.
What happened here
is a result of your actions.
Wow. Your kid's got real talent.
No-game recognize game, yo.
Shut up! Shut up, all of you!
Don't you see?
There's nothing worse
than your kid being
so amazing at something
you can't blow it off!
So, what's your old lady's
footwear situation at night?
Uh, socks?
No socks?
All right, all right,
tomorrow is the finals.
Hockey's gonna be over!
- If we win, it's on to the regionals.
- D'oh!
- Then states.
- D'oh!
- Tri-states.
- D'oh!
Quad-states, nationals,
and then tri-nationals.
But first, we take on
King Toots' team.
The same puck-nuts what
humiliated us the last time.
But I know we're gonna
win this game,
because we got
our little hotshot MVP.
That's right,
our Most Violent Puncher.
- Nelson Muntz. -
- Huh?
I score every goal
on this team.
And who the hell is texting me?
"Estee Dionne Malip?"
Uh, does anybody know
what this, uh,
"Estee Dionne Malip" is about?
Hey, I'm dealing with
an Estee Dionne Malip?
Anybody? I don't even know
who the hell I got this from.
I'm just gonna
send it to my junk.
What? What is-what is funny
about that?
Show some respect to Coach.
Why? His car is a converted
washing machine
and his wallet is a rat trap.
Aah!
Simpson's dead.
Bart Simpson is your primary.
Bart Simpson is your primary.
Oh, he is such a scuzz.
So am I.
You're not my primary.
He is.
Ow!
Doc, is he gonna be all right?
Yes. But I'm afraid his travel
hockey season is over.
What... what have you done?
Bart was our only chance to win.
You were supposed
to protect your primary!
I... I was.
Like hell you was.
Why'd I ever believe in you?
Y-You're just a fist.
Nothing more.
Get off of my team!
Don't look at me.
I'm not crying!
I just feel like "hockey team"
is still a smidge too big.
Do you have any smaller letters?
I'm no goon.
I'm just a fist.
And this last stop in hell
is where I belong.
Afternoon there, ma'am.
Uh, I'm Moe Szysl...
Yeah, can you hurry it up?
I got to eat this when
it's fresh off the zapper.
It's about your kid.
I was his hockey coach
and I yelled some stuff
that might have kicked
his heart in the plums.
Oh, so you're
Coach Sizzle-slacks,
the guy he calls his primary.
What? Nelson thinks
I'm his primary?
- You sure about this?
- Yup.
He yelled the whole story
at the window dog.
Nelson wasn't being a psycho
towards Bart.
He was being a goon for me.
Do you know where he went?
He said something about
walking the streets.
Coming to a fateful decision
or whatnot.
Eh. Kid stuff.
I got to find him
before he does something crazy.
Nelson Muntz.
Your reputation precedes you.
I hear you're a dingus
to be respected.
I'm just a fist with no code.
Figure I'll be working
for you sooner or later,
so why not get it over with?
I have a gift for smelling out
good henchmen.
I'm getting hints
of barely-suppressed rage
with top notes
of "nothing matters" and...
...a deep finish of abandonment
by a male role model.
Smell all you want.
It won't fix anything.
Just tell me who to hurt.
Want me to get him a lead pipe?
Let's start him out easy.
PVC.
How you doing, son?
Can you move?
A little, but it hurts.
I meant can you
move off the couch.
I'm about to enjoy my first
hockey-free weekend in months.
Ooh, hockey!
Homer, get up.
You and Bart are gonna be late.
What? He's useless.
Doc said so.
He can't play any sport
that I have to drive him to.
He has physical therapy,
and the only place
that takes our insurance
is three hours away.
If they ask, Bart is a veteran.
Oh...
Mr. Mayor, I believe
you know the founder
of this vaguely-purposed
yet tax-exempt charity,
my goomar.
Mistresses are the lifeblood
of our community.
Private event.
No pictures.
Well done, Nelly No-Sleeves.
If you'll excuse me,
my men and I have some
perfectly innocent business
to attend to in the back room.
God bless back rooms.
You know why you're here.
You borrow money from me,
I expect to be repaid.
Time to make your bones.
Lead.
This is all I am.
Stop!
Nelson, listen to me
before you done did something
you can't done undid.
Whoever's under that hood
don't deserve this.
- They're a human being.
- Moe!
Aw, thank you, old buddy.
Oh, not yo use!
You got to help me out.
I only borrowed money
from the mafia
to buy fake birth certificates
for teenagers
so they could play
ten-and-under hockey.
No one deserves a Kansas City
knee job more than this guy,
but that don't matter none.
You swing that pipe,
that's your soul on the line.
You're wasting your time,
"Coach."
You said it yourself:
I'm just a fist.
I know, and that's how
I saw yo use at first.
As a weapon.
I was using you,
because I was obsessed
with beating King Toot here.
I knew it.
I'm in your head, bro.
Feed him his own mustache!
No, wait. Don't, don't.
Listen to me.
You're a great kid.
You're determined, selfless,
a real teammate...
And you did for me
what I failed to do for you.
You had my back, scuzz to scuzz.
Aw.
I don't know.
Sometimes, boss, I think
you only see me as a knife.
Did you know I got dreams?
I want to open a gourmet
mac and cheese place
called Louie's Gooey.
And I'm learning Swedish
on a phone app.
But I'm just a gun to you.
Gentlemen, I don't
see you as weapons.
Freaking millennials.
Hockey's over, but maybe
we could still do stuff.
You know, like
throw turtles at birds?
Any time you want, kid.
But whatever we do, from now on,
let's leave
the violence behind, uh?
Aah!
Ah.
There you go, kid.
- You earned that.
- No, I haven't.
And that's what makes it
all the sweeter.
"Through the Fire"
by Larry Greene playing...
♪ Through the fire ♪
♪ To the wire ♪
♪ When the night
out of control ♪
♪ Is breaking your heart ♪
♪ Through the fire ♪
♪ Through the fire. ♪
Captioning sponsored by
20th CENTURY FOX TELEVISION
and FOX BROADCASTING COMPANY
and TOYOTA.
Slower...
slower... great.
Okay, do another hundred,
each one way less fast.
Oh...
Now, with three sessions
a week...
- Oh...
- For the next four months...
Oh!
...we can have you ready
just in time
for the start
of baseball season.
D'oh.
♪ Oh, the good ol' hockey game ♪
♪ Is the best game
you can name ♪
♪ And the best game
you can name ♪
♪ Is the good ol' hockey game ♪
♪ It's in! ♪
♪ He shoots, he scores! ♪
♪ Henderson scores
for Canada! ♪
Shh!
Oh, for the love of
absolutely nothing, Toot.
Keep it down!
You're disturbing my customers!
Start the board meeting without me.
Oops.
Is my new Kawabashi Leaf Ninja
set in show-off mode?
That's 500 CCs
just champing at the bit.
Ow!
My black-market
cochlear implant!
Now let me blow
something else.
Your mind.
Ow! My black market
LASIK surgery!
The youth hockey team
that I sponsor and coach
won the championship this year.
Trophies are what they give
to winners, when they win.
F. Y. I.
Okay, stuff like this
is why Gayle left you.
No one knows why Gayle left me,
except for Gayle
and my more-handsome brother.
But don't let my success
get to you, Moe.
Remember, just because
something good happens to me,
you're a giant loser.
Anyway, just something
for you to stew on.
Right. Sure I am.
Me, stew. No way.
Not stew, not me.
No stew.
Hey, Stu.
Me, stew?
I ain't spending one second
replaying my failures.
Like how I don't got no money,
I got no education.
My mattress
is a pallet of flyers
I was supposed to deliver.
How I was invited
to five different dinners
for schmucks in one week.
I only got one lightbulb,
which I got to take
from room to room.
How every sex cult I join
turns into a suicide cult.
I'm a speck.
No, I'm-I'm less than a speck.
I'm nothing but, uh...
I'm a scuzz.
Moe, what gives?
You've been dwelling on your
failures for ten months.
Why didn't you stop me?
'Cause then we'd have
to touch your shoulder.
Soccer season is over.
The conquering
participant returns.
Congratulations, sweetie.
I know how hard you strived
to participate.
It wasn't easy,
but I did the bare minimum.
Thanks for driving me to games
every Saturday, Dad.
Well, I knew
it wouldn't last forever.
And now,
with soccer season over,
sitting season...
begins.
Homer, get up.
Bart's first
junior hockey game is today.
But-but kids' sports was over!
It's great father-son bonding.
No. It's me driving
while Bart looks at his phone.
Then it's Bart playing
while I look at my phone.
Then me driving home while
we both look at our phones.
That's what kids' sports is.
Can I have some money
to bet on the games?
Okay, diapers.
I'm gonna tell you something
no coach ever had the heart
to say to his players.
You are only here
to fix my emotional problems.
Yeah!
We're 20 games away
from me getting a trophy
and six payments away
from me owning this whistle.
Now, you all know the game plan.
We suck except Bart,
so give him the stupid puck
and then shut our stupid mouths,
you stupid pukes.
Yeah, good job, uh,
kid who ain't Bart.
Now let's go watch Bart do this!
Oh, you're so done, Toot.
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ouch...
Oops. My biggest guy
took out your scorer.
Hey, feel free to retaliate
with your biggest kid.
Hmm.
Put me in, Coach.
I'll rip him limb from limb.
Let me at him.
The net ate my hockey cookie.
Wha...
Oh, thank heavens.
An adult has arrived to help me.
No, no, no.
I'm just here to observe.
Uh, how would you like
to play hockey?
Haw-haw... key?
It's the most messed-up sport
in the world.
It's like a prison riot
but with less rules.
And you, you would play
the best position of all...
The goon.
Goon...
Pretty word.
What it mean?
It's that sweet spot between
a thug and an enforcer.
Anyone who comes near
the best players on the team,
the goon turns their face
into mustard.
You're exactly
what my team needs.
Team? I don't do teams.
Sorry.
Not my pierogies!
My Oma makes them
but once a week.
I got to deal with this.
Nah, I get it.
People look at scuzzes like us
like we got the plague.
Which, when I did,
it weren't even bubonic.
Our schedule, in case
you change your mind, there.
Maybe we'll both find out
what it feels
like to be winners.
Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. Hmm.
Full steam ahead, lads.
We make for the goal,
and damn their
neutral zone trap.
Oh, another weekend
murdered by kids' sports.
How come this is
the only league in the world
without a labor dispute?
Unionize, cowards!
Yarr!
I'm getting killed out there!
So you get a little dinged up.
You ever seen the children's
wing at the hospital?
They got murals on the walls.
You'll love it.
Everywhere you look...
Rainbow, rainbow, rainbow.
The whole league
knows all they have to do
is beat me up and they win.
Yeah, you're right,
it's hopeless.
There ain't nobody
who's gonna walk into this rink
and turn me into a winner.
No how, no when.
Did somebody order a psycho?
Oh.
Where do you want me, Crotch?
Uh, it-it's "coach."
But just get out there.
Get out there and do your thing.
- We won!
- We did it!
Oh, my gosh!
My life has meaning!
As I've been screaming
for the last 15 minutes,
- all players must be wearing skates.
- Oh, come on.
There's no way that that...
Oh, there it is.
Rule number one:
"No cafeteria trays."
The Bar Flyers forfeit.
The game is over.
Aw!
You said I'd get to win.
All I did was make
everyone else a loser, too.
Loser? No, no,
you-you were amazing out there.
- I was?
- Kid, you are a natural born goon.
A real diamond in the urinal.
All you need is some training.
And I'm gonna make sure
that you learn from the best.
Welcome to Top Goon.
It's beautiful.
I'm gonna learn so hard, Moe.
- I won't let you down.
- I know you won't, kid.
- What was that?
- Oh, I just tousled your hair.
Ain't nobody
ever done that before?
Uh..
Keep going.
Yeah, my arm's getting
a little tired, here.
- That's your problem.
- All right.
Welcome to Top Goon.
I'd like to introduce you
to your faculty,
the most feared men
to ever lace 'em up.
Dave "The Hammer" Schultz.
That's just a nickname.
My given name is
David "The Hammer" Schultz.
Stu "The Grim Reaper" Grimson.
I look sane,
but trust me, I'm not.
You'll see.
You'll all see.
And Tiger Williams.
Your instructor
for Basic Pummeling
and, time permitting,
The American Novel:
1930 to the Present.
As a goon, you have
one job on the ice:
Protect your team's best scorer.
We call that person
your "primary."
This is the most important
person in your life.
Who's the best scorer
on your team, Muntz?
- Bart Simpson.
- Then Bart Simpson is your primary.
Don't forget it.
- Who do we protect?
- Our primary.
And what do we do
for our primary?
Protect them.
And who do we protect?
Our primary?
This kid's good.
"The Hockey Song" by
Stompin' Tom Connors playing...
♪ Hello out there,
we're on the air ♪
♪ It's hockey night tonight ♪
♪ Tension grows,
the whistle blows ♪
♪ And the puck goes
down the ice ♪
♪ The goalie jumps
and the players bump ♪
♪ And the fans all go insane ♪
♪ Someone roars,
"Bobby scores!" ♪
♪ At the good ol' hockey game ♪
♪ Oh, the good ol' hockey game ♪
♪ Is the best game
you can name ♪
♪ And the best game
you can name ♪
♪ Is the good ol'
hockey game. ♪
Mm...
Aw...
Huh?
Hey, sorry I'm late.
I couldn't unlock the Maps app.
My phone don't
recognize my face as a face.
I can't believe you came!
I wouldn't miss this
for my own mother's funeral.
I made that choice
and I'm good with it.
Hey, Moe.
How's it going?
You know these guys?
I used to be the bartender
in the penalty box
at the Philadelphia Spectrum.
My tip jar was full of teeth.
I got Phil Esposito's
whole mouth somewheres.
Muntz, recite the goon code.
I am a goon.
I protect my primary.
And... that's pretty much it.
Nelson Muntz, you've out-thugged
every gorilla in your class.
You are... Top Goon!
I did... not bad?
Hey, you did more than that.
You did not horrible.
Now come on, I got a graduation
present lined up for yo use.
From up here,
the wads look like ants.
Hey, you-you want to drop
pickled eggs on them?
Sure!
Yeah, Duff lets me
use their blimp
'cause I buy up all the beer
that the employees drown in.
Pretty sweet
for a couple of scuzzes.
Yeah, it's a big world
down there, kid.
And when its back is turned,
you can steal
anything you want from it.
Oh, that egg just hit
a cop's horse.
Floor it, Jimmy!
Floor it!
Great.
I have to drive 50 miles
to spend my entire weekend
freezing my ass off.
Stone-cold sober,
sitting in seats with no backs,
making awkward conversation
with dads who share way too much
about their marriages...
I told Sarah when we got
married, "I am a foot guy."
Please guess the one part
of the body
she just doesn't moisturize?
Seriously, guess.
Guess!
- Please, just guess.
- Oh...
Nelson, could I interest you
in a little skate?
I could stretch my legs.
Bart's my primary.
I protect my primary.
What happened here
is a result of your actions.
Wow. Your kid's got real talent.
No-game recognize game, yo.
Shut up! Shut up, all of you!
Don't you see?
There's nothing worse
than your kid being
so amazing at something
you can't blow it off!
So, what's your old lady's
footwear situation at night?
Uh, socks?
No socks?
All right, all right,
tomorrow is the finals.
Hockey's gonna be over!
- If we win, it's on to the regionals.
- D'oh!
- Then states.
- D'oh!
- Tri-states.
- D'oh!
Quad-states, nationals,
and then tri-nationals.
But first, we take on
King Toots' team.
The same puck-nuts what
humiliated us the last time.
But I know we're gonna
win this game,
because we got
our little hotshot MVP.
That's right,
our Most Violent Puncher.
- Nelson Muntz. -
- Huh?
I score every goal
on this team.
And who the hell is texting me?
"Estee Dionne Malip?"
Uh, does anybody know
what this, uh,
"Estee Dionne Malip" is about?
Hey, I'm dealing with
an Estee Dionne Malip?
Anybody? I don't even know
who the hell I got this from.
I'm just gonna
send it to my junk.
What? What is-what is funny
about that?
Show some respect to Coach.
Why? His car is a converted
washing machine
and his wallet is a rat trap.
Aah!
Simpson's dead.
Bart Simpson is your primary.
Bart Simpson is your primary.
Oh, he is such a scuzz.
So am I.
You're not my primary.
He is.
Ow!
Doc, is he gonna be all right?
Yes. But I'm afraid his travel
hockey season is over.
What... what have you done?
Bart was our only chance to win.
You were supposed
to protect your primary!
I... I was.
Like hell you was.
Why'd I ever believe in you?
Y-You're just a fist.
Nothing more.
Get off of my team!
Don't look at me.
I'm not crying!
I just feel like "hockey team"
is still a smidge too big.
Do you have any smaller letters?
I'm no goon.
I'm just a fist.
And this last stop in hell
is where I belong.
Afternoon there, ma'am.
Uh, I'm Moe Szysl...
Yeah, can you hurry it up?
I got to eat this when
it's fresh off the zapper.
It's about your kid.
I was his hockey coach
and I yelled some stuff
that might have kicked
his heart in the plums.
Oh, so you're
Coach Sizzle-slacks,
the guy he calls his primary.
What? Nelson thinks
I'm his primary?
- You sure about this?
- Yup.
He yelled the whole story
at the window dog.
Nelson wasn't being a psycho
towards Bart.
He was being a goon for me.
Do you know where he went?
He said something about
walking the streets.
Coming to a fateful decision
or whatnot.
Eh. Kid stuff.
I got to find him
before he does something crazy.
Nelson Muntz.
Your reputation precedes you.
I hear you're a dingus
to be respected.
I'm just a fist with no code.
Figure I'll be working
for you sooner or later,
so why not get it over with?
I have a gift for smelling out
good henchmen.
I'm getting hints
of barely-suppressed rage
with top notes
of "nothing matters" and...
...a deep finish of abandonment
by a male role model.
Smell all you want.
It won't fix anything.
Just tell me who to hurt.
Want me to get him a lead pipe?
Let's start him out easy.
PVC.
How you doing, son?
Can you move?
A little, but it hurts.
I meant can you
move off the couch.
I'm about to enjoy my first
hockey-free weekend in months.
Ooh, hockey!
Homer, get up.
You and Bart are gonna be late.
What? He's useless.
Doc said so.
He can't play any sport
that I have to drive him to.
He has physical therapy,
and the only place
that takes our insurance
is three hours away.
If they ask, Bart is a veteran.
Oh...
Mr. Mayor, I believe
you know the founder
of this vaguely-purposed
yet tax-exempt charity,
my goomar.
Mistresses are the lifeblood
of our community.
Private event.
No pictures.
Well done, Nelly No-Sleeves.
If you'll excuse me,
my men and I have some
perfectly innocent business
to attend to in the back room.
God bless back rooms.
You know why you're here.
You borrow money from me,
I expect to be repaid.
Time to make your bones.
Lead.
This is all I am.
Stop!
Nelson, listen to me
before you done did something
you can't done undid.
Whoever's under that hood
don't deserve this.
- They're a human being.
- Moe!
Aw, thank you, old buddy.
Oh, not yo use!
You got to help me out.
I only borrowed money
from the mafia
to buy fake birth certificates
for teenagers
so they could play
ten-and-under hockey.
No one deserves a Kansas City
knee job more than this guy,
but that don't matter none.
You swing that pipe,
that's your soul on the line.
You're wasting your time,
"Coach."
You said it yourself:
I'm just a fist.
I know, and that's how
I saw yo use at first.
As a weapon.
I was using you,
because I was obsessed
with beating King Toot here.
I knew it.
I'm in your head, bro.
Feed him his own mustache!
No, wait. Don't, don't.
Listen to me.
You're a great kid.
You're determined, selfless,
a real teammate...
And you did for me
what I failed to do for you.
You had my back, scuzz to scuzz.
Aw.
I don't know.
Sometimes, boss, I think
you only see me as a knife.
Did you know I got dreams?
I want to open a gourmet
mac and cheese place
called Louie's Gooey.
And I'm learning Swedish
on a phone app.
But I'm just a gun to you.
Gentlemen, I don't
see you as weapons.
Freaking millennials.
Hockey's over, but maybe
we could still do stuff.
You know, like
throw turtles at birds?
Any time you want, kid.
But whatever we do, from now on,
let's leave
the violence behind, uh?
Aah!
Ah.
There you go, kid.
- You earned that.
- No, I haven't.
And that's what makes it
all the sweeter.
"Through the Fire"
by Larry Greene playing...
♪ Through the fire ♪
♪ To the wire ♪
♪ When the night
out of control ♪
♪ Is breaking your heart ♪
♪ Through the fire ♪
♪ Through the fire. ♪
Captioning sponsored by
20th CENTURY FOX TELEVISION
and FOX BROADCASTING COMPANY
and TOYOTA.
Slower...
slower... great.
Okay, do another hundred,
each one way less fast.
Oh...
Now, with three sessions
a week...
- Oh...
- For the next four months...
Oh!
...we can have you ready
just in time
for the start
of baseball season.
D'oh.
♪ Oh, the good ol' hockey game ♪
♪ Is the best game
you can name ♪
♪ And the best game
you can name ♪
♪ Is the good ol' hockey game ♪
♪ It's in! ♪
♪ He shoots, he scores! ♪
♪ Henderson scores
for Canada! ♪
Shh!