Next on FOX, Carmen Electra stars in Boobs,
about a class of remedial reading students
and their teacher who wants to be taken seriously.
I thought it was about her boobs.
Tonight on jock center a slugger on 'roids,
Tiger Woods is annoyed, and North Korean missiles deployed.
But first, the commissioner of pro football
has announced plans to expand the league.
Owners will meet soon to award a new team to one lucky city.
Well, it's a cinch Springfield won't be that lucky city.
Yeah, the only thing we're known for
is leading the country in heart attacks.
I've had enough of your stinkin' thinkin'.
I, Homer Simpson, will personally bring
the new pro football franchise to Springfield.
God, we have fun.
Homie, snagging a pro football franchise
is a big project, requiring a lot of follow-through.
And that's not your strong suit, big guy.
I'll show you all.
I'm going to spearhead the hell out of this expansion bid.
Homie, you've been down here for a week.
I really think you need...
what the Hellmann's real mayonnaise?!
Marge, meet pro football's newest team;
the Springfield Meltdowns!
Plus, I designed a state-of-the-art stadium.
We'll fund it with corporate naming rights.
It's the duff beer krustyburger buzz cola
costington's department store kwik-e-mart
stupid flanders park.
So... Homer do good?
Homer do great!
Maybe Homer brush teeth first?
Gentlemen, I've narrowed our choice of expansion cities down to two:
Springfield...
I own slums there!
...And Los Angeles, which has sent us this videotape.
I love L.A.
Oh, hi. I'm Rob Reiner, director of When Harry met Sally.
"I'll have what she's having" was one of the lines.
I'm here to tell you why you should choose
L.A. Over Springfield.
L.A. Has the beach, a thriving music scene, and the beautiful getty museum.
Springfield has Apu Nahasapeemapetilon.
Hollywood takes in talented actors and writers from all over the world.
Springfield takes in garbage from other cities.
But don't just take my word for it.
Some of hollywood's biggest stars have taken the time
to sign waivers allowing celebrity impersonators to sing in this video.
Enjoy! L.A. Makes great movies and awesome tv shows
Springfield don't make nothin' because Springfield blows
Springfield blows
Yes, Springfield blows...
I'm sick of L.A.!
They got earthquakes, wildfires, bennifers,
brangelinas, and that potty mouth, Sarah Silverman!
To hell with all of 'em!
I didn't kill my husband to get control of his franchise to give a team to
Los Angeles!
Then Springfield it is!
Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go tell my gay grandson I still love him.
This is Kent Brockman live at duff beer krustyburger
buzz cola costington's department store kwik-e-mart stupid flanders park.
In just one hour, the commissioner of football
will arrive to sign the contracts necessary
to make Springfield the home of pro football's newest team the Meltdowns!
I've got melt mania!
I got downs syndrome!
In honor of the commissioner's visit, the city has been repainted
in the team colors and all the streets whimsically renamed.
"Touchdown avenue"? Delightful.
Who ya talkin' to?
Your imaginary girlfriend?
Isn't your mother a well-known whore?
You win this round, Mel.
It is my honor to introduce the commissioner of football,
Mr. Bud Armstrong!
There, seems to be some delay.
Did I ever tell you people about the time
I met Lloyd Bridges?
Yeah, you passed him in the airport.
Yes, but which airport?
Hartsfield in Atlanta.
This map says things like "Oak street" and "Evergreen terrace,"
But all I see are "two-point-conversion avenue"
and "off-season knee surgery boulevard"?
I'd better call and ask for directions.
I'll just blackberry my assistant.
My god!
what a day.
who are you?
What do you want?
What year is it?
Who are you?
I have to borrow your phone.
And I also need to use your bathroom.
As you can tell, I've been crying.
Tonight on 48 minutes, we look at america's number one problem:
Criminals who prey on the elderly people who watch this program.
I'd go to some geezer's house and ask to use their phone or their bathroom.
Well, I'm done with the bathroom.
Now I'm going to make that phone call.
Then I'd steal their wallets,
jewelry and pictures of their grandkids.
I made a collage of these, and when you step back, it looks like my face.
If i knock him out, I'll be a hero.
And people will listen to my loose-brained nonsense.
By the shores of gitche gumee by the shining big sea water
stood the wiggum of nokomis...
I'm sorry, did I just say "Wiggum"?
I... I meant "wigwam."
Yeah, let me, et me start again.
It's so strange that the commissioner didn't show up.
Maybe he's thinking of a new shape for the football.
Not so tough when someone hits you from behind with golf club, are ya?
Grampa, that's the commissioner of football!
I thought he was trying to steal my jewels and
all them pictures of Bert and Lucy.
I am never coming back to this city, and neither is the league!
You mean...
that's right. The Springfield Meltdowns football club shall never be!
You're a useless old man.
Name one thing you do for this family.
I watch the baby.
Where is the baby?
You left me with a baby?!
Hey, Abe! Thanks for losing us our football team.
Thanks to you, we have a hundred-million-dollar stadium
we can only use for farmers' markets!
Nobody loves you when you're old and gray
nobody needs you when you're upside down
everybody's hollering about their own birthday
everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground.
You're the only smile I got.
Abe, I know you've been real depressed lately
on account of everyone hating ya, including me.
But I thought you might want to call this number.
A doctor?
I already got enough doctors touching me and poking me
and squeezing me up here and jiggling me down there,
and that's just the receptionist!
Abe, Abe, Abe!
This doctor helps old people to kill themselves.
Euthanasia?
No way!
I want to die with dignity.
Like slipping in the shower and then they find me
two weeks later, swollen up so bad, they don't know if I'm man or sofa.
Just go for a visit.
There's a Howard Johnson's next door.
You'll get some pie.
Mr. Simpson, you are a good candidate for assisted suicide.
Aw, I think you're cute, too.
But killing yourself isn't as easy
as putting on an ugly sweater like you did today.
I want you to carefully think about this for 24 hours.
Oh, I see.
You want me to reconsider whether or not I really should give up my life.
Yeah, and we're cleaning out the death machine today.
A lot of gunk gets stuck in it.
Okay, if I get a single phone call in the next 24 hours, I'll keep on
living.
If you go, can I have your blanket and your liver?
Blanket? Sure.
Liver? Never!
Homie, you should give your dad a call.
You can't stay mad at him forever.
Yeah, you're right.
Y'ello.
You want my opinion on current movies?
Well, first of all, they're all perfect.
Also, when's the Cap'n crunch movie coming out?
And will it be "r" or "hard r"?
That's it.
It's time for me to die.
I'll just get mad about one thing in the newspaper, then go.
President visits Europe?!
On my dime?!
I am so honored that you've chosen me to murder you.
You'll be following in the footsteps of Socrates, Virginia Woolf,
Ernest Hemingway, Hunter S. Thompson and Fred Kanickee.
Who's Fred Kanickee?
My appointment before you.
Nice guy.
Just a little...
Little screwed up.
Now, it is time to hook you up to the diepod.
As you surrender your body,
what music and visual imagery would you like to experience?
I want to hear the Glenn Miller orchestra,
and I want to see cops beating up hippies.
One minute to go.
Hands off the stiff, manfred manslaughter!
The voters just overturned the assisted suicide law.
I'll kill you all!
When the law's reversed.
Ha, I'd like to see you try!
When the law's reversed.
I think you know my brother-in-law, Fred Kanickee.
Hoo, boy.
I'm dead!
I never felt so alive!
And I got my 16-year-old body back!
Look out!
Hey, idiot!
Now let's see.
Am I in heaven or hell?
That's odd. You'd think they'd come back as the cows.
Charlie Chaplin?
They sure put you to work.
You said it.
And you can talk!
Good for you.
What the...
you're all dead, too?!
So who went berserk, fatso or the little guy?
We're not dead, and neither are you.
I'm not?!
I guess if you want to commit suicide around here you got to do it yourself.
Suicide?!
Grampa, killing yourself is a sin.
God wants us to die of old age
after years of pain and reduced mobility.
I ain't going to kill myself, 'cause I just learned something.
The brief time I thought I was dead
was the happiest I've ever been because I was finally living without fear
and dagnabit, that's the way I'm going to live the rest of my life.
I am, I am, I am superman
and I know what's happening
I am, I am, I am superman
and I can do anything.
You're all going to die in a pointless war.
We're here tonight to discuss possible uses for this
football stadium, including the solid gold statue
of Mike Ditka with diamond eyes.
I suggest we use the stadium for the ancient art of the toreador
bullfighting.
No, wait, wait!
Bullfighting is a cruel pseudo-sport.
Lisa's right.
It is a cool, super sport.
Everyone in favor of bringing bullfighting to Springfield say "ole!"
Ole!
So ordered.
All we need now is, uh, er, uh,
er, uh, uh, er, uh, er, uh, a, uh... matador.
If it's all the same to you,
I'll take on those bulls.
Grampa, no!
Grampa, si!
If the bull dies, the crowd goes wild.
If grampa dies, the crowd goes wild.
Either way, we make a fortune on souvenirs and snacks.
Can we bring outside food?
Not even gum.
Is the practice bull ready?
Hell, yeah.
Ole!
A penny. This is my lucky day.
Yep, my lucky day.
How many bulls must my grandfather kill
She's so cute.
We'll bring you the bull's heart, sweetie.
Had my doubts, but grampa sure
looks manly in those leggings.
And I don't know who's more handsome,
the bull taunter or the bull stabber.
And the corrida del toro has begun.
The bull charges at grampa Simpson.
And he avoids the toro with a masterful Veronica.
This old man has no fear.
Like the fear I feel that I have left
the iron on at home. Have I? Have I?!
And another Veronica. And another.
That last Veronica means everyone here today has won a free side
of rice and beans at the Springfield taco pronto.
Tired of waiting two hours for a taco?
Go to taco pronto!
Grampa, I think you should give up the bullfighting.
Forget it.
I'd look pretty stupid in this outfit walking around fighting oysters.
But you just got a new lease on life.
Why would you want to use it to hurt poor, helpless animals?
Listen, I'm 83 years old, and for the first time
in my life people are cheering for me.
I was always cheering for you, grampa...
till now.
How does she always know how to get to me?
Grampa Simpson's movements are tentative,
as if he is distracted.
Distracted as if by a moral dilemma.
A moral dilemma posed by a young boy... no, a girl.
A girl named Linda.
No, Lisa.
The flutter of the cape tells all.
Hurry up and kill it!
I have to be at the opera by 7:00!
Yeah, come on! Kill him!
I don't get what he's doing, and I'm smart.
Not book smart or street smart or brain smart, but something.
He has released the bulls from the stadium!
Thank god I am up high.
Please, no.
I have a wife and three girlfriends.
Grampa must have set them free.
Ol' Gil's back on track.
He's got a new job and a new red suit.
If you let me go, I give you free large
pizza pie with purchase of same.
Offer not good tuesday through sunday.
We're closed on monday.
Ah, ah, Santa Maria!
Thanks for setting me straight, sweetie.
Denada, grampa.
It sure is peaceful up here.
I would like to name the following friends of mine as members of the communist party.
You're just here to test the microphone.
Fred Wilson, my brother Bill, Dom Dimaggio, the paper boy,
Howdy Doody, Josef Stalin...
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