The Simpsons.
Check it out, girls. Sixty-eight squares of ankle-busting fury.
That's right. A double dog-leg,
hamstring-knotting, hop-way to hell.
What insane kangaroo dreamed this fevered nightmare?
Behold!
Ladies, grab your pebbles.
What? Nothing.
Lisa has a big butt.
Shut up! I do not!
Oh, no. Don't make Lisa mad!
She might crush us all with her giant butt!
Shut up, you! Stop teasing the big-bottomed lass.
She's just as God made her, plump as a Christmas goose.
Dad, the kids at school said my butt's big.
That's ridiculous, honey. You're the cutest little girl I know.
You just have what is known as the Simpson butt.
Permit me to elaborate.
Every Simpson starts with a circle.
Daddy has one big circle here. Then a smaller one up here.
Two big sexy circles for eyes.
One macho muzzle. And a snappy new outfit.
Ooh. I'm looking good. Ooh. Cuffs, yeah.
And for some reason, my hair and ear form an "M" and a "G."
Party, party, party, party!
Hmm? You want to know a little trick?
To downsize my derriere, I just tie a sweater around it.
See?
"Oh, Homer. You're wasting away to nothing.
"You simply must eat something."
Well, you're the boss!
"Oh! I love to see my man eat!"
Check it out, Homes.
You said if I ever got 100 on a test, you'd throw me a party.
There's my 100. Where's my party?
Nice try, loser! I bet you made up a fake test.
Nope. It's real.
Check out the watermark.
All right.
A-ha!
Here's a mistake.
It says the capital of Kentucky is Frankfort.
Dream on, pal.
Homer, the capital of Kentucky is Frankfort.
Really? Frankfort-er. Is that anything?
Uh, yes, it's something, dear.
See, it's all legit. Now make with the party.
All right, boy! Which con did you work here?
Copy off another kid? Pay attention and take notes?
Well, take note of this.
Bart really did get 100.
I gave a test on state capitals
but I forgot to roll up the map.
Everyone got 100.
I win! P-A-R-T! Par-t!
People, please. It's a school night.
I thought you two broke up.
This means nothing.
Yes, yes. You've made that quite clear.
Maybe a different outfit would make me look thinner.
This store makes me feel even worse about myself.
I heard she's back to her birth weight.
Must be nice.
No, no. The body on this mannequin is all wrong.
I know. It's such an unrealistic standard for young...
Planing down the thighs.
Planing down the thighs
I make four bucks an hour planing down the thighs.
Hey, I don't look so bad.
Don't worry, Lisa. You can still find someone to love you.
Now you've got no choice.
No!
Oh, boy! Barty's gonna party!
He sure is if he can keep up with these party animals.
Aunt Patty, Aunt Selma, Grandma Bouvier and...
Grampa!
Plus your schoolyard chums, Martin and Ralph.
Bart's my bestest boy friend.
Oh, Mom. This guest list sucks.
Well, it was the best I could do on such short notice.
Where's Milhouse?
He's got the measles. But we've got him on speaker phone.
Rock on! You know, the first time
I met Bart was at recess in first grade.
Oh, I told him to use a land line.
Okay, gang. Let's get this party started.
Or should I say "Barted."
For our first game,
I need everyone to draw a picture of President Eisenhower.
I drew him with Canadian Prime Minster Louis St. Laurent.
Their relationship was frosty at best.
Duck, duck, duck, duck.
Say "goose," you stupid freak!
Oh, Mom. This was the worst party ever.
Gee, I did the best I could.
Ah! Here's Lisa!
She'll save the party! Honey, sit down. Have a big slice of cake!
What? I'm not fat enough already? How could you say that to me?
Lisa, wait!
Hello? Hello?
I had to leave because my French bread pizza dinged. Hello?
Duck, duck, duck, duck.
Oh, what's the big deal? Bart didn't like his presents.
So what? It's not like he gives us such great gifts.
Remember that maple leaf ironed
between the sheets of wax paper?
What was that? That was crap.
Aw, It's not just the presents. The kids don't appreciate me anymore.
They'd rather hang out with their friends than with their mom.
So they're growing up.
Soon they'll be leaving the nest
and you'll have time for yourself.
Hundreds of thousands of hours.
And then the peace of the grave.
No! No, I've got a lot more mothering left in me!
I'll be right here at 3:00 to pick you up.
Then I'll take you to the zoo.
We can eat fries out of a safari hat!
No, thanks. I'm gonna stay in the library and do a little reading.
Well, I guess it's just you and me, Bart.
Mom, after that lame party you threw,
I'd rather hang out with thunder thighs here.
Mmm, they grow up so fast.
They're just asserting their independence.
If a child doesn't do it now, it may never happen.
Seymour! Do you want your vitamin in applesauce
or are you gonna take it like a big boy?
Applesauce.
Oh, sure. You love me now but you'll turn.
Stop struggling and get in my mouth, jerks!
Aren't you the boy who beats up my son?
Probably. What's your name?
Simpson.
Oh, yeah.
Bart Simpson. Spiky hair, soft kidneys, always hitting himself.
Those tadpoles are your lunch?
Technically brunch.
Well, here. Take this. My daughter didn't want the lunch I made.
Oh, this sandwich rocks. My tadpoles seem crude by comparison.
Ha-ha! You're nocturnal.
You don't have to impress me by making fun of others.
I already like you.
I'm starting to let down my guard. Ha-ha!
Thanks, Mrs. S. Today didn't totally suck nard.
It's nice to be appreciated.
Uh, whatever. Take it sleazy.
Mom?
Nelson? I thought you were sleeping in the park tonight.
Oh, that's okay. The kid don't bother me none.
Hey, Nelson. Say hello to Moe.
He said he'd take you camping sometime.
I said I might.
Hey, kids. I just heard they canceled league night
down at the bowling alley. You know what that means?
Open lanes!
What do you say? It'll be BLAM!
Bart-Lisa-and-Mom! Huh?
Mom, when I want lame and needy, I'll call Milhouse.
No offense. Fine.
I'll take my mothering elsewhere.
Yeah!
Ooh, great roll, Nelson.
Here, I cut up your hotdog for you.
Wow! Hotdogs are awesome!
You've never had one before?
No. But I saw some in a catalog once.
People in sweaters were eating them at a picnic.
So my mom works at Hooters.
But her dream is to go to Vegas and work in a real strip club.
And where's your dad in all this?
He went out for a pack of cigarettes and never came back.
He said, "Smell you later." But he never smelled me again!
Nelson, how would you like to earn
some extra money around our house?
I have some odd jobs my kids won't do.
Yeah.
I get the feeling Bart isn't everything
he could be in the son department.
Uh, sometimes I think he's more interested
in his Itchy and Mitchy cartoons than me.
Hey, I'm sure it's just a phase.
Like when I used to stand on the overpass
and drop computers on the freeway.
Uh-huh. That's how we got our Kaypro!
64, 65, 66.
Hey, Lisa.
Are you counting how many days it takes to wash your big butt?
I can't hear you.
That's because your butt blocks your ears.
That doesn't make any sense.
Neither does your butt!
I know this obsession with thinness
is unhealthy and anti-feminist.
But that's what a fat girl would say.
Lise, look!
Now I know there's a handsome young man behind all that hair and dirt.
Hmm. Maybe not.
But you did a great job on the lawn!
Thanks, dingus. I mean, ma'am.
My mother. My bully. My God!
Lisa, just take a bite.
One bite, that's all I ask.
Now I can't have toothpaste tonight.
Here's the money you gave my son.
We don't want your charity.
I didn't give your son charity.
I gave him self-respect.
Self-respect, huh?
No wonder he came home with his vest
all buttoned like he was somebody.
Go home to your son, Mrs. Muntz.
And try not to have intercourse on the way!
Nelson, what are you doing out this late?
My mom ditched me. She went to Hollywood to be an actress.
But her range is limited.
She's still your mother. Come inside.
Can I get you a glass of milk?
Cow milk?
What are you doing in myjammies?
I'm your new roommate. I call top bunk.
But it's a single bed.
I said top bunk!
Mom, the reason God invented deadbolts
is to keep people like Nelson out of your house.
Bart, have you ever eaten a Tootsie Pop?
You know there's a tough crunchy shell.
But if you lick it, there's a delicious sweetness inside.
Be nice to Nelson and I'll give you a Tootsie Pop.
Morning, losers. Mrs. Simpson.
Pancakes! My favorite!
Bart, eat up or you'll be late for school.
I'm not hungry.
You heard the lady! Clean your plate!
Savor it. Let the flavors dance on your palate.
Next on ABC. Who's Dropping by to See George Lopez?
We Pray it's you!
Open.
Nelson, doesn't that hurt your teeth?
My teeth hurt all the time. I just try to think about motorcycles.
I don't like the sound of that.
Tomorrow I'm taking you to Dr. Shapiro.
A doctor? For your teeth? What's next? A lawyer for your hair?
Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you see me?
Papa, can you find me in the night?
Papa, are you near me?
Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you help me not be frightened?
Looking at the skies I seem to see a million eyes.
Which ones are yours?
I gotta do something about him.
This is the perfect test.
If I can have one dab of frosting and then stop,
I'll know I've conquered food at last.
That was too easy.
Okay. If I stop here, I still have some dignity.
Well, at least she's not singing Streisand.
Hey, Lise, still insecure about your body?
Yeah, a little.
Those mean girls just get to me.
I understand.
I have a sister, I think she's dead now, who had the same problem.
And I know just the solution.
Sherri, Terri. The only thing sweeter than you two,
are these stolen cookies.
Enjoy-
Thank you, Nelson. Thank you, Nelson.
Sherri smells, Terri smells.
Stinky all the way.
Stink, stink, stink. Stink, stink, stink.
One horse open sleigh.
Thank you, Nelson.
He who ha-ha's last, ha-ha's best.
I really appreciate you teaching those mean girls a lesson.
Tomorrow I can bleach a swear word into their hair.
I'd like that.
Nelson?
Papa!
You came back!
I never meant to leave you, Nelson.
But something awful happened when I went to the store.
Well, that explains a lot. Who's hungry?
No. I want to hear what happened at the store.
Well, I went in to buy cigarettes.
Can you gift wrap them, please? They're for my son.
I also bought myself a candy bar.
Which unfortunately was filled with peanuts, to which I am allergic.
I ran outside just as a circus was rolling into town.
And that's where I found him.
I brought him back here so he could take Nelson away
and my bruises would heal.
I want to give you a home again, son.
And so do I.
Mom!
I got an acting job
from the third director I slept with.
I play Lady Macbeth.
I don't have to take my top off, but I do anyway.
Well, I'm glad everything worked out so well.
Yep. The Muntzes are back in business.
Yep, the four Muntzes!
Thanks for finding my dad, Bart.
And thanks, lady, for making me feel good about myself.
So now that you're happy again,
I guess you won't beat me up at school anymore.
I wish it were that simple. I really do.
They're a family again, and so are we.
What happened?
Hmm. Sometimes you have to adopt your son's bully
in order to bring your own family temporarily closer.
And Lisa, what have you learned?
Nothing.
Like many women, I still have an
unhealthy obsession with my weight.
But talking about the problem is the
first step towards a solution, right?
I guess. But there's a long way to go.
Come on, say something conclusive.
I'm afraid this is a very open-ended problem.
Oh, open-ended? Come on, Lisa.
Say everything's fine.
"Everything's fine."
- That was you. - Prove it.