The Simpsons (1989–…): Season 34, Episode 18 - Fan-ily Feud - full transcript
Homer publicly disparages a pop singer and faces the wrath of her vengeful fans.
Here's your ticket
to witness history.
Chuck Wildler breaking
the pitching record
- for most batters knocked unconscious.
- Mm-hmm!
Upper deck. We're so far away.
I wanted to see teeth fly.
Relax, nobody comes
to Isotopes games.
We'll move into the empty
seats behind home plate.
You'll be so close
to the carnage,
you'll have flashbacks
for the rest of your life.
What the heck?
Why is it so crowded?
And why are they all girls?
And why are they all checking
each other's teeth for lipstick?
- Do I have lipstick?
- Is it gone?
First
up, a young slugger batting .320
with a hat size of 11...
Tork "Lollipop" Williams.
Wildler hates this guy's head.
Your
jumbotron is now under the control
of the Ashlee Starling
Murmur Nation.
Why are you all standing
at the same time?
That's not how the wave
works. You've got to undulate.
Ashlee's album
Squeeze Play drops now.
Featuring her
hit single "Glitter!"
What the hell is
an Ashlee Starling?
Ashlee Starling is
a whiny pop singer
for whiny girls
who love to whine.
Stop this stupid
well-planned thing!
We missed it.
Childhood officially ruined.
Let's get a dozen hot
dogs and head home.
Oh...
- What?
- Do I have hot dog?
Am I good?
Oh, I should have
hot dog in my teeth.
Sir, how long have you
been a proud member
of the Murmur Nation?
Since never.
Ashlee Starling is
a whiny pop singer
for whiny girls that love
to whine. Right, boy?
I disagree.
Ashlee Starling's
well-crafted songs
speak to the inner lives
of teens and tweens alike.
- But you said...
- I've never met this man.
If I knew him, I would
teach him to love Ashlee
by sharing that one song
about how you're beautiful
no matter what
your face looks like.
Why are you talking like that?
Did one of them bite you?
Do you have any idea
what you just mobilized?
You insulted Ashlee Starling
on camera.
I am looking into the
eyes of a dead man.
Wha...?
Looking for the
fifth caller to win all you can eat bread
at Yeasties Doughhouse and...
What? Oh... You again.
Not on my radio.
Glitter?
Eh, who's there?
I-I see you.
What the...
A seed cake?
Well, you know my motto:
even the worst
cake is still cake.
Aah!
"Love" is in quotes.
What were you thinking?
You've made the
nuclear power plant
a very dangerous place to work.
You have become the
target of a highly organized,
newly-hormonal fan army.
Because of you, I
have to wear this T-shirt.
In case anyone's wondering,
I don't agree with Homer.
Whew. You don't
know these fan armies.
They're all ruthless psychos.
Except for the BTS ARMY,
- who are just and pure of heart.
- Mm-hmm.
Dad, if you ever want to
breathe un-glittered air again,
you have to repent and
devote your life to Ashlee.
Oh, you're blowing
this out of proportion.
Everything's gonna be f-f...
Unrelated.
I got glitter in every fold,
crack and wedge.
I really need the
comforting burn
of Flaming Hot Oreos.
Oh, God.
No!
We did it. We have broken him.
You sure you're cool with this?
Totally. My dad has to pay
for what he said about Ashlee.
Great job, Murmur Nation.
We've got D'oh-boy on the ropes.
I feel bad for the ropes.
We couldn't have made
it this far without you, Lisa.
I'm doing it for Ashlee.
I'm a hardcore Starling fan.
She encourages girls
everywhere to speak truth to power
and never date John Mayer.
But selling out your own dad?
That is Stone Cold Creamery,
and I'll take two scoops.
I love my dad, but you
guys are my besties.
I've never used the plural
of bestie before.
Marge, did you get the paper?
Once again, Marge is out
living it up at the grocery store.
Ooh, lawn burger.
Mm?
The mothership.
Mm...
Oh!
I'm still waiting
on cheese fries.
Just as I thought,
Ashlee what's-her-face.
I'm not Ashlee.
Aah! What's your face?
I'm pop sensation,
U.N. AmbassaDiva
and lip gloss spokesmouth,
- Echo.
- Mm?
I had my name legally
changed to do that.
I hear the birdbrain
fans of Murmur Nation
have been giving you trouble.
I haven't had a single
day's sleep at work.
Miss Ashlee and I have
the standard megastar feud.
We released dueling diss
tracks then diss sketches on SNL.
We both diss-dated
Pete Davidson.
That guy's got big diss energy.
I've always believed the
frenemy of my frenemy
- is my ene-friend.
- Obviously.
Why don't we team up and
clip some Starling wings?
I have my own fan army.
The Echolaliacs.
Hmm... An eye for an eye.
Everyone wins!
Let's do it.
Oh, careful...
'Sup, Books.
Ooh, looks like you're
making a glitter bomb.
Don't be ridicu...
lous.
Look, I know you're
part of the army
that's driving dad bananas.
- I want in.
- No way.
You don't believe
in the power of music
and weaponizing breakups.
Lisa, I have spent years
thinking of ways
to screw with dad,
and they're all right here.
Hmm. Skunk vendors,
atomic whoopee cushions.
This is exactly what we need.
But why would you help us?
Because, for the first time,
you have something
I want: an army.
I can finally bring my wildest
prank dreams to
life on a grand scale.
Like this. I call it
the Alley Oops.
Okay, as soon as
the Fat Lebowski
sticks his fingers in the
ball, they'll be Krazy-Glued in
and he'll bowl himself
down the greased alley
right into the waiting
pool of garbage juice.
The pool's in place.
We drained every
dumpster in town.
- Yes!
- Got him.
Whoa. What's happening?
Oh, God! My
fingers seem to be...
great at bowling.
- He must be on to us.
- Abort!
- Everyone back to HQ.
- Go. -But quietly.
My mom's got an Herbalife thing.
Hm?
Homer Simpson is now
under the protection
of my Echolaliacs.
Echolaliacs.
They're smoke bombing us
with her signature scent,
Reverb by Echo.
My lungs!
Your dad has made an
alliance with the Echo fan army.
Maybe we should leave him alone.
No. We can't back down.
Ashlee isn't just
a singer we like.
She's the photo in our locker.
She's our one and
only Google Alert.
She's the tattoo
I've been designing
for when I turn 18.
We aren't just fans of Ashlee,
we are Ashlee!
We are Ashlee!
Lis, are you really gonna
whip up these psychos
into a full-fledged fan war?
- Yeah.
- Cool.
You psychos heard
my sister. It's war.
D'oh!
The winner is Ashlee Starling.
- Yoink!
- Oh!
Huh?
Ew, carrot.
Glitter war is sparkly hell.
Mrs. Simpson, are you
proud of what your husband
- has done to this town?
- No.
The thing I hate
most about armies,
fan or otherwise, is the mess.
I love my husband,
but I disagree
with him about Ashlee.
I listened to one of her
albums. It was great.
She sure knows which of her
boyfriends were bad for her.
All of them.
You heard it here first.
Ashlee Starling is great,
but not as great as
BTS or their fans,
- who are sane and perfect.
- Mm-hmm.
I got the family size.
This'll make enough
slime to fill his toilet
and his secret toilet.
Maybe we could work in
Tabasco toilet paper.
- Whoa, that's messed-up.
- Thanks.
I'm learning from you.
This has been really great.
Who would have thought
that you and I could connect
on such a deep level?
- You're out of the group.
- What?!
Yeah. Mackenzie said you weren't
excited enough to meet her dog.
But-but who names
their dog Greg?
That's a man name.
And why didn't you
stand up for me?
Meh, sheroes before bros.
- I'll tell dad everything.
- If you do,
then I'll show him your
little notebook of pranks.
Dad would be so surprised to
learn that the handsome pills
he's been taking are actually
the dog's heartworm medication.
Oh...
It's the Wingmen!
Ashlee Starling's
live-in aerialists.
Oh!
Aah!
What? What happened?
Ashlee Starling wants
to have dinner with me.
Aah!
She sent a dress for me to wear.
Whee!
"Hope this fits you, Marge"?
It's for me?
She must have heard
me tell Kent Brockman
that I listened
to her song once.
What? I mean...
I have been a very dedicated fan
since I was four,
but you... you just
made one comment.
Good for you.
I'm having dinner
with a famous person.
I'm team Sparrow.
It's Starling!
As a great man
once said, "Haw-haw."
I can't believe you're having
dinner with my nemesis,
after all the handsome
pills I take for you.
That's my ride.
Hello, Marge.
- I'm Ashlee Starling.
- I know.
We hired a look-alike
of you for Lisa's birthday.
You're taller. She
had bigger boobs.
Ooh, thank you.
Ooh, wow!
It's my own line of
sparkling whiskey.
Mmm, yum.
Mmm, mmm.
Look at your sweet family.
I'm sure your husband
- is perfect.
- -Stop it!
Homer is far from perfect.
Really? Tell me everything.
Mmm, ooh.
Ashlee said the
funniest thing at dinner.
No one wants to hear
about your thrilling night
with a vengeful pop diva.
Lisa, sweetie, delight us
with one of your little
stories about how the planet
is choking on plastic.
Don't "sweetie" her.
She's the one behind
those Murmur Nation
attacks on you.
Lisa. Wh...
But you're the one
kid I had on purpose.
Well, Bart was part of it, too,
and he doesn't even like Ashlee.
He did it just for the
fun of torturing you.
You?
The person I would most suspect?
I never could have
seen it coming.
Kids, how could you
do that to your father?
What? You're the
worst betrayer of all.
Dad, you should see the
video Ashlee just dropped
after her night of girl talk
with Mom.
That last one is not true.
I hover 'cause I'm
afraid of being flushed.
Oh, my God.
Ashlee took the
things I told her
in new-friend confidence
and made it into a
bad boyfriend song.
This has been quite the morning.
But I'm most disappointed
in you, Maggie.
Mm? Eh?
Evil triumphs when
good babies do nothing.
I'm leaving.
Homer? What happened? Aw.
I can't believe they
would do this to me.
Hey, could I use
your billion-dollar
entertainment complex
to produce a diss track
to take them all down?
You should be careful with that.
When my dermatologist
wouldn't fly to Japan
to remove a culturally
insensitive mole,
I hit him with my single
"Mole Check, Soul Check."
It destroyed him.
Do you want to do
that to your family?
No. I love them.
Homer, music isn't
just for dissing people.
Wha...?!
Why don't we make a
video that tells your family
how much they hurt you?
An "I've been dissed" track,
- if you will.
- I will.
It's been three days.
Dad's never stayed
mad this long.
Maybe we should
run the can opener.
He always comes
when he hears that.
I tried that already.
Tomorrow, we'll start
calling theme park jails.
- Homie! -Dad!
- Where you been?
- Hmm?
- Hmm.
Breakfast and betrayal.
Pancakes bitter in my mouth,
yet I ate seven.
You sent an army
against those who are me.
You three took.
Three-took,
the opposite of for-give.
Yet, I forgive.
To stop this war,
we don't need a grand gesture.
We don't need to make a stand.
We just need to
sit down together.
I'm sorry I betrayed you.
We're all sorry
Lisa betrayed you.
Mm.
Sorry! Accident.
Forgot where I put them all.
There's probably more.
That's gonna happen for a while.
Mr. Simpson,
the Murmur Nation has
decided to stop attacking you.
My video made you think, huh?
No. It was super cringe,
like watching two
teachers make out.
I understand. Been a
pleasure doing war with you.
May psychotic super-fandom
always lend meaning
to your otherwise
anonymous existence.
Hmm.
It's crazy that
I believed in someone
so much that I got
swallowed up in groupthink.
I know. So scary.
Oh, my God,
we're late for church!
I'll get nice, crisp dollars
for the donation basket.
Shh.
to witness history.
Chuck Wildler breaking
the pitching record
- for most batters knocked unconscious.
- Mm-hmm!
Upper deck. We're so far away.
I wanted to see teeth fly.
Relax, nobody comes
to Isotopes games.
We'll move into the empty
seats behind home plate.
You'll be so close
to the carnage,
you'll have flashbacks
for the rest of your life.
What the heck?
Why is it so crowded?
And why are they all girls?
And why are they all checking
each other's teeth for lipstick?
- Do I have lipstick?
- Is it gone?
First
up, a young slugger batting .320
with a hat size of 11...
Tork "Lollipop" Williams.
Wildler hates this guy's head.
Your
jumbotron is now under the control
of the Ashlee Starling
Murmur Nation.
Why are you all standing
at the same time?
That's not how the wave
works. You've got to undulate.
Ashlee's album
Squeeze Play drops now.
Featuring her
hit single "Glitter!"
What the hell is
an Ashlee Starling?
Ashlee Starling is
a whiny pop singer
for whiny girls
who love to whine.
Stop this stupid
well-planned thing!
We missed it.
Childhood officially ruined.
Let's get a dozen hot
dogs and head home.
Oh...
- What?
- Do I have hot dog?
Am I good?
Oh, I should have
hot dog in my teeth.
Sir, how long have you
been a proud member
of the Murmur Nation?
Since never.
Ashlee Starling is
a whiny pop singer
for whiny girls that love
to whine. Right, boy?
I disagree.
Ashlee Starling's
well-crafted songs
speak to the inner lives
of teens and tweens alike.
- But you said...
- I've never met this man.
If I knew him, I would
teach him to love Ashlee
by sharing that one song
about how you're beautiful
no matter what
your face looks like.
Why are you talking like that?
Did one of them bite you?
Do you have any idea
what you just mobilized?
You insulted Ashlee Starling
on camera.
I am looking into the
eyes of a dead man.
Wha...?
Looking for the
fifth caller to win all you can eat bread
at Yeasties Doughhouse and...
What? Oh... You again.
Not on my radio.
Glitter?
Eh, who's there?
I-I see you.
What the...
A seed cake?
Well, you know my motto:
even the worst
cake is still cake.
Aah!
"Love" is in quotes.
What were you thinking?
You've made the
nuclear power plant
a very dangerous place to work.
You have become the
target of a highly organized,
newly-hormonal fan army.
Because of you, I
have to wear this T-shirt.
In case anyone's wondering,
I don't agree with Homer.
Whew. You don't
know these fan armies.
They're all ruthless psychos.
Except for the BTS ARMY,
- who are just and pure of heart.
- Mm-hmm.
Dad, if you ever want to
breathe un-glittered air again,
you have to repent and
devote your life to Ashlee.
Oh, you're blowing
this out of proportion.
Everything's gonna be f-f...
Unrelated.
I got glitter in every fold,
crack and wedge.
I really need the
comforting burn
of Flaming Hot Oreos.
Oh, God.
No!
We did it. We have broken him.
You sure you're cool with this?
Totally. My dad has to pay
for what he said about Ashlee.
Great job, Murmur Nation.
We've got D'oh-boy on the ropes.
I feel bad for the ropes.
We couldn't have made
it this far without you, Lisa.
I'm doing it for Ashlee.
I'm a hardcore Starling fan.
She encourages girls
everywhere to speak truth to power
and never date John Mayer.
But selling out your own dad?
That is Stone Cold Creamery,
and I'll take two scoops.
I love my dad, but you
guys are my besties.
I've never used the plural
of bestie before.
Marge, did you get the paper?
Once again, Marge is out
living it up at the grocery store.
Ooh, lawn burger.
Mm?
The mothership.
Mm...
Oh!
I'm still waiting
on cheese fries.
Just as I thought,
Ashlee what's-her-face.
I'm not Ashlee.
Aah! What's your face?
I'm pop sensation,
U.N. AmbassaDiva
and lip gloss spokesmouth,
- Echo.
- Mm?
I had my name legally
changed to do that.
I hear the birdbrain
fans of Murmur Nation
have been giving you trouble.
I haven't had a single
day's sleep at work.
Miss Ashlee and I have
the standard megastar feud.
We released dueling diss
tracks then diss sketches on SNL.
We both diss-dated
Pete Davidson.
That guy's got big diss energy.
I've always believed the
frenemy of my frenemy
- is my ene-friend.
- Obviously.
Why don't we team up and
clip some Starling wings?
I have my own fan army.
The Echolaliacs.
Hmm... An eye for an eye.
Everyone wins!
Let's do it.
Oh, careful...
'Sup, Books.
Ooh, looks like you're
making a glitter bomb.
Don't be ridicu...
lous.
Look, I know you're
part of the army
that's driving dad bananas.
- I want in.
- No way.
You don't believe
in the power of music
and weaponizing breakups.
Lisa, I have spent years
thinking of ways
to screw with dad,
and they're all right here.
Hmm. Skunk vendors,
atomic whoopee cushions.
This is exactly what we need.
But why would you help us?
Because, for the first time,
you have something
I want: an army.
I can finally bring my wildest
prank dreams to
life on a grand scale.
Like this. I call it
the Alley Oops.
Okay, as soon as
the Fat Lebowski
sticks his fingers in the
ball, they'll be Krazy-Glued in
and he'll bowl himself
down the greased alley
right into the waiting
pool of garbage juice.
The pool's in place.
We drained every
dumpster in town.
- Yes!
- Got him.
Whoa. What's happening?
Oh, God! My
fingers seem to be...
great at bowling.
- He must be on to us.
- Abort!
- Everyone back to HQ.
- Go. -But quietly.
My mom's got an Herbalife thing.
Hm?
Homer Simpson is now
under the protection
of my Echolaliacs.
Echolaliacs.
They're smoke bombing us
with her signature scent,
Reverb by Echo.
My lungs!
Your dad has made an
alliance with the Echo fan army.
Maybe we should leave him alone.
No. We can't back down.
Ashlee isn't just
a singer we like.
She's the photo in our locker.
She's our one and
only Google Alert.
She's the tattoo
I've been designing
for when I turn 18.
We aren't just fans of Ashlee,
we are Ashlee!
We are Ashlee!
Lis, are you really gonna
whip up these psychos
into a full-fledged fan war?
- Yeah.
- Cool.
You psychos heard
my sister. It's war.
D'oh!
The winner is Ashlee Starling.
- Yoink!
- Oh!
Huh?
Ew, carrot.
Glitter war is sparkly hell.
Mrs. Simpson, are you
proud of what your husband
- has done to this town?
- No.
The thing I hate
most about armies,
fan or otherwise, is the mess.
I love my husband,
but I disagree
with him about Ashlee.
I listened to one of her
albums. It was great.
She sure knows which of her
boyfriends were bad for her.
All of them.
You heard it here first.
Ashlee Starling is great,
but not as great as
BTS or their fans,
- who are sane and perfect.
- Mm-hmm.
I got the family size.
This'll make enough
slime to fill his toilet
and his secret toilet.
Maybe we could work in
Tabasco toilet paper.
- Whoa, that's messed-up.
- Thanks.
I'm learning from you.
This has been really great.
Who would have thought
that you and I could connect
on such a deep level?
- You're out of the group.
- What?!
Yeah. Mackenzie said you weren't
excited enough to meet her dog.
But-but who names
their dog Greg?
That's a man name.
And why didn't you
stand up for me?
Meh, sheroes before bros.
- I'll tell dad everything.
- If you do,
then I'll show him your
little notebook of pranks.
Dad would be so surprised to
learn that the handsome pills
he's been taking are actually
the dog's heartworm medication.
Oh...
It's the Wingmen!
Ashlee Starling's
live-in aerialists.
Oh!
Aah!
What? What happened?
Ashlee Starling wants
to have dinner with me.
Aah!
She sent a dress for me to wear.
Whee!
"Hope this fits you, Marge"?
It's for me?
She must have heard
me tell Kent Brockman
that I listened
to her song once.
What? I mean...
I have been a very dedicated fan
since I was four,
but you... you just
made one comment.
Good for you.
I'm having dinner
with a famous person.
I'm team Sparrow.
It's Starling!
As a great man
once said, "Haw-haw."
I can't believe you're having
dinner with my nemesis,
after all the handsome
pills I take for you.
That's my ride.
Hello, Marge.
- I'm Ashlee Starling.
- I know.
We hired a look-alike
of you for Lisa's birthday.
You're taller. She
had bigger boobs.
Ooh, thank you.
Ooh, wow!
It's my own line of
sparkling whiskey.
Mmm, yum.
Mmm, mmm.
Look at your sweet family.
I'm sure your husband
- is perfect.
- -Stop it!
Homer is far from perfect.
Really? Tell me everything.
Mmm, ooh.
Ashlee said the
funniest thing at dinner.
No one wants to hear
about your thrilling night
with a vengeful pop diva.
Lisa, sweetie, delight us
with one of your little
stories about how the planet
is choking on plastic.
Don't "sweetie" her.
She's the one behind
those Murmur Nation
attacks on you.
Lisa. Wh...
But you're the one
kid I had on purpose.
Well, Bart was part of it, too,
and he doesn't even like Ashlee.
He did it just for the
fun of torturing you.
You?
The person I would most suspect?
I never could have
seen it coming.
Kids, how could you
do that to your father?
What? You're the
worst betrayer of all.
Dad, you should see the
video Ashlee just dropped
after her night of girl talk
with Mom.
That last one is not true.
I hover 'cause I'm
afraid of being flushed.
Oh, my God.
Ashlee took the
things I told her
in new-friend confidence
and made it into a
bad boyfriend song.
This has been quite the morning.
But I'm most disappointed
in you, Maggie.
Mm? Eh?
Evil triumphs when
good babies do nothing.
I'm leaving.
Homer? What happened? Aw.
I can't believe they
would do this to me.
Hey, could I use
your billion-dollar
entertainment complex
to produce a diss track
to take them all down?
You should be careful with that.
When my dermatologist
wouldn't fly to Japan
to remove a culturally
insensitive mole,
I hit him with my single
"Mole Check, Soul Check."
It destroyed him.
Do you want to do
that to your family?
No. I love them.
Homer, music isn't
just for dissing people.
Wha...?!
Why don't we make a
video that tells your family
how much they hurt you?
An "I've been dissed" track,
- if you will.
- I will.
It's been three days.
Dad's never stayed
mad this long.
Maybe we should
run the can opener.
He always comes
when he hears that.
I tried that already.
Tomorrow, we'll start
calling theme park jails.
- Homie! -Dad!
- Where you been?
- Hmm?
- Hmm.
Breakfast and betrayal.
Pancakes bitter in my mouth,
yet I ate seven.
You sent an army
against those who are me.
You three took.
Three-took,
the opposite of for-give.
Yet, I forgive.
To stop this war,
we don't need a grand gesture.
We don't need to make a stand.
We just need to
sit down together.
I'm sorry I betrayed you.
We're all sorry
Lisa betrayed you.
Mm.
Sorry! Accident.
Forgot where I put them all.
There's probably more.
That's gonna happen for a while.
Mr. Simpson,
the Murmur Nation has
decided to stop attacking you.
My video made you think, huh?
No. It was super cringe,
like watching two
teachers make out.
I understand. Been a
pleasure doing war with you.
May psychotic super-fandom
always lend meaning
to your otherwise
anonymous existence.
Hmm.
It's crazy that
I believed in someone
so much that I got
swallowed up in groupthink.
I know. So scary.
Oh, my God,
we're late for church!
I'll get nice, crisp dollars
for the donation basket.
Shh.