All language subtitles for The Simpsons - 34x02 - One Angry Lisa.WEB.HULU.en

(gulping)

-(screaming)
-♪ Somewhere up there ♪

♪ Beyond the blue ♪

♪ There's love ♪

♪ For me ♪

-♪ And you. ♪
- HOMER: Ah...!

(screams, whimpers)

-(rapid instrumental)
-(all vocalizing dizzily)

(all yelling)

(screaming)

(song stops)

(belches loudly)

♪

♪

WIFE: Oh, my gosh! It's what
you thought I always wanted!

I do like
when you have a regimen.

Oh.

I can feel myself getting hotter
than the other moms.

And my husband can increase
the incline from the app.

(cackling)

I've never been happier.

I'm back
to my sixth-grade weight!

ANNOUNCER: Pedalon.
Because a great marriage

is a bike that goes nowhere.

-(grunting)
-(grunting) Why, you...

You know, Homie,

an exercise bike would be good
for someone like me

who can barely leave the house.

And my birthday's coming up.

An exercise bike?
Why would you want that,

instead of getting
locked into a gym membership

you could never use
and can't cancel?

Oh, never mind.

Just once I'd like
to get something I want.

(cries)

I'll get her the damn bike

and anything else the TV says.

(shrieks) Why, you...

Shut up, shut up, shut up!
(grunts)

One wife bike, please.

Excellent choice, sir.

Our starter model
goes for $1,500.

$1,500?!

Don't worry.
We do have an installment plan.

$40 a month for...

(mumbles) ...months.

That's better.

And at 60 bucks
for the classes...

- What the...?
- ...25 for the matching
water bottle...

- That's crazy.
- ...and it's 125
for the special shoes.

Fine, I'll take the shoes.

Good choice.

Regular laces or deluxe?

- Regular.
- The regular cost more.

(groans)

(snoring)

("Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy"
from The Nutcracker playing)

(giggles)

And now for the birthday elf
to work his silent magic.

(yelling)

(grunting, yelling)

(clanks)

(classical music playing)

(grunts) Why did I say
"I'll take it from here"?

Why do I always want to impress?

I got it from here, guys.

(cracking)

No. I'll take me from here.

(loud groaning)

(pained grunting)

Oh, God!

Assembling your bike
couldn't be easier.

Step one, get your 10,000 SPM
pneumatic jigsaw.

My what?

Difficult. Complicated.

Obscenely hard.

Congratulations.

You've opened the box.

Now, we begin.

(ratcheting)

Son, I'm trapped.

(whistling)

(grunting)

There must be a way
to get out of this gift!

(clanging)

Love you, Dad. Mwah.

(Homer groans)

(ratcheting)

Surprise!

(grunting)

It's wonderful, Homie!

And there's one thing left
I can do.

(clanging)

I'll fix that.

Just stop.

(strained grunting)

Okay.

"Step one,
create a unique username."

Ooh, now, he looks like fun.

What's up, Pedalon family?

My name is Jesse,
and I care about you.

All of you. Except for the woman
on the bottom left.

Your credit card was declined.

Repo men are on the way!

No...!

Now let's ride.

(pants, sniffs)

(panting)

Oh, boy.

You got this, ScaredToGoToGym!

Way to be, EndorphinAnnie!

And that is the end!

Of warm-up. Let's look alive!

(groans)
I can't.

I can't do it.

Don't you give up,
MrsMargeSimpson!

You're talking to me.

Yes, I am, MrsMargeSimpson,

and I believe in you!

Oh, my God.
A positive online interaction.

Can you believe it, Alexa?

ALEXA:
I'm on my break.

(humming)

And cross that finish line.

To quote
a personal hero of mine,

Mr. Nelson Mandela,

it always seems impossible
until it is done.

I prefer to believe that he
was talking about riding a bike

in your living room.

Peace out!

Is something wrong, Mom?

You didn't get the mail today.

What's this?

Lisa, I'm in cool-down mode.

Can it wait?

I don't want jelly legs.

Mmm. Jelly legs.

(chewing)

It's a jury summons,

in my name!

Ignore it. When you're my age,

the last thing you want to do
is stay still in a box.

Yeah, I mean, obviously,
it's for another Lisa Simpson.

(gasps)
It says if I throw it away,

there's six months in prison!

Um, is that vegan?

Vegan? No way.

This is prison.

It's vegetarian.

(laughter)

Honey, you got the triple "H"!

Homer, home and hungry!

Can't talk now.
Jesse is freestyle rapping.

♪ It's only the first inning,
heart beating, no retreating ♪

♪ Time, it is fleeting ♪

When are we eating?

6:00 p. m. No cheating!

♪ I'm Hamilton on a bike,
Hamilton on a bike, y'all ♪

♪ You drop the LBs
while I drop the mic, y'all! ♪

(chuckles):
Yeah!

Oh...

-(grumbling)
-(chime)

Ooh, a high four!

Marge, sweetie,
what does that bike give you

that feeding me doesn't?

Encouragement.

(chiming)

MrsMargeSimpson,

that is one beauteous gluteus!

HOMER:
I'll put a stop to this
here and now.

Backup battery activated!

And Marge Simpson
is my biker of the week.

(groans)
Stupid Peloton!

I mean, Pedalon!

Uh, you know what I mean!

(grunting)
Ah...

MrsMargeSimpson,
we're gonna play "Taps"

because you killed it today.

("Taps" playing)

And riding to "Taps."

And a one, and a two,
and a go!

Marge, you've been sitting
on that thing all day.

-(Marge grunting)
- Why don't you take a walk?

Get a little exercise.

Wait a minute,
"Marge in Charge"?

What happened to
Mrs. Marge Simpson?

I'm just getting tired of
the same old things.

Like my last name?

That was my gift to you
at our wedding.

It's just a user name.
You're overreacting.

- Oh, am I?
-(Marge grunting)

Am I overreacting to my wife

being taken in by a cult?

It's not a cult.
It's just a group of people

improving their lives,
paying money,

and slavishly following
a charismatic leader.

Ah. Boy, do I love
drinking that Kool-Aid.

(barks softly)

Um, excuse me,
there's been a mistake.

(chuckles)
Yeah, that's what
they all say.

No, really.
I should not be on a jury.

Well, no one wants
to be on a jury.

But I have a valid excuse.
I'm...

Ugh, I'm so sick of this.

People say their work
is too important,

or they have a vacation planned,

or they hate cops,
or they love cops,

or they're secretly
eight years old.

But I am only eight years old.

Just ignore that magazine,

and please take a good look
at me.

What eight-year-old
wears pearls?

You're being non-responsive
and borderline fascist.

So you claim
you're eight years old,

and you're using language
like that?

Excuse denied!
Get out of my face.

(bedsprings squeaking loudly)

-(Marge grunting)
-(Homer groans)

- One, two, one, two, one...
- Marge, Marge. Marge!

- Ah!
- You were pedaling
in your sleep.

Good. Good.

Jesse says the only bad workout
is the one

that doesn't happen.

(gasps)

You brought Jesse
into our bedroom.

Oh, sweetie, don't worry.

Yes, I may dream about him,

spend most of my day
with him,

use up half our
disposable income on him.

But I'm married to you, Jesse.

Homer! Homer, Homer.
I'm married to Homer.

Now, let's get to Jesse.
Sleep. Sleep.

Homer. Oh... Mmm.

Okay.

What is that?

Uh, it's a Pedalon
pillow scent.

What's it called?

Um, "Sweat Dreams, by Jesse."

Fine. I'm going to Moe's.

Where the only exercise you get
is lifting a mug.

Sometimes Moe helps
with that, too.

That's my big boy.
Only five more to go.

That's my little drinker.

Aww.

Homer, what gives?
It's only Tuesday,

and you're drinking
like it's a Thursday.

I got nothing
to go home to except

except my incredibly fit wife.

I think she has a thing
for her ride instructor.

Eh, don't worry.

Those guys are losers
in real life.

Let me check out what they make.

$500,000?

I wish I was a ride instructor.

Yeah, me, too.
Except for the bike riding,

and saying encouraging things.

And I'm not allowed
to appear on the Internet

without a big dot
in front of my face.

Wow, that is an improvement.

Sure is gonna be hard
to go back to "No-Dot" Moe.

Just for that, I'll turn on

- the really harsh lighting.
- Turn it off.

Why can't she be happy
with the other instructors?

Like Vivica, or Jen S.
Or even Jen R.?

Why always Jesse?

Oh, did you say Jesse?

- Jesse of Pedalon?
- You guys know him?

He is a damnation.

Hey, you kiss your cross
with that mouth?

I know what I said.

I could do laps in his
deep blue eyes, that jerk.

(grumbling)

Would you listen
to yourselves?

Complaining that your wives
found a healthy hobby.

I'm ashamed to be drinking till
2:00 a. m. with all of youse.

All rise for juror selection.

LISA:
She looks understanding.

Christmas gift.

Now, listen here.

Jurors will only be released

for the most serious of reasons.

Tell you what,
if you get me out of this,

we could have coffee.

Your Honor, we should
both be excused.

As a newsman
who's seen too much,

I can't possibly be objective.

What about her?

- She's my plus-one.
- Aww.

Do you have any objections
to losing these... jurors?

Ah, well, they're
the only jurors I like.

Oh, boy. Aw, geez.

Don't type that part.

And don't type the part
where I said,

"Don't type that part."

Ah, she's typing it.

You know, I think I'm gonna
win this case.

Oh, now she stops typing.

Jurors six and eight
are excused.

This place makes no sense.

You're telling me?

I'm on this jury while I am

simultaneously in prison.

Personal best, WineMomNoMore.

Big deal,
the instructor talks to you.

Marge in Charge.

(gasps)
That's me, that's me, that's me.

I'd like to see you
after class.

Meet me in the...

Cool Down Lounge.

Hmm?

Marge, I've been watching you,

and I would like to invite you

for a private ride.

♪

A personal experience,
you and me alone.

The world is our bike lane.

You mean the two of us
in the same place?

Oh, no. God, no. No.

The same way
we've always done it.

You on your bike
and me on mine.

My motives are pure. Ha.

Well, Marge?

♪ Just the two of us ♪

♪ We can make it if we try ♪

This makes me feel
a little odd,

but again,
the only bad workout

is the one you don't do.

JESSE:
You got that right.

I thought I shut this off.

JESSE:
Uh, there's a five minute
"secret listen."

Y-You have to opt out.

♪

Here we go.

You've got something
to say, say it.

Nap time.

♪

And when you found the victim
lying carved up

like a spiral-cut ham,

You took this photo.

Yeah, but see how I got
the full moon

reflecting in the pool of blood?

And that's just using
the iPhone 10,

not the good one.
(chuckles) Amazing.

Can you believe this?

Longest Judge Judy
I've ever seen.

(scoffs)
This is not a TV show,

and we are not
a studio audience.

And little jurors should be seen
and not heard.

(whistling)

♪

(hums)

WOMAN'S VOICE:
Welcome to the Private Ride.

- Just you and your instructor.
-(beeps)

We'll just send that
to voice mail.

(exotic music playing)

(speaking Mandarin)

That means thank you
for joining me.

Today our pedal odyssey will
take us on

the Great Wall of China.

So sit back, enjoy, and...
(speaks Mandarin)

That means
remember to hydrate.

(exotic music continues)

Behold the wonders of China.

Bitcoin mines,

forced labor camps where
children make smartphones,

and romance.

Marge, I know we've had
a tough few weeks,

but I'm really gonna make
an effort to be good

till you're not mad.

Then I'll go back
to the way I was.

JESSE:
That's it, feel the burn.

Feel you, feel me.

Let's take him down.

You got to be more specific, Homer.

We hate lots of guys
in this bar.

I know who he means. Jesse.

If we did have sex,

my wife would be
thinking of him.

And hypothetically,
I'd be furious.

When that guy tried
to steal Marge,

he woke the wrong
sleeping fatso.

I just have to find him.

I can tell you where he is.

What? How?

You know how the Church says

we don't share
any information?

It's a lie. Google bought us
six years ago,

so here you are.

I'm gonna put a foot-shaped dent
in his beautiful ass.

Defense, closing statement.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

consider everything you've seen,

and beyond a shadow of a doubt,

you will vote guilty.

You're the not guilty guy.

Uh, wha-what?

Gol-dang it.

Now, if there are
no further statements...

I have a statement.

This is highly irregular,

but I'm very bored,
so I'll allow it.

Thank you. I didn't want
to be on this jury.

I didn't think
I was mature enough

to decide a criminal case.

But after seeing the nonsense
that goes on in this courtroom,

well, you should be ashamed.

And, Your Honor,
I find you guilty

of criminal indifference
and playing Wordle

on the bench.

"Bench."
That's what it is.

Ah, juror number six.
Lisa Simpson.

Yes, Judge?

I find you in contempt
of court.

Bailiff, take her away.

Now the forewoman is gonna be
the Crazy Cat Lady.

(gibbering):
I want to take a vote.

No, too soon!
Take a vote...

(spouting gibberish)

Kitty's going to...
What was it? Guilty, guilty.

And that leaves 11 jurors.
It's a mistrial.

The defendant can go free.

(Lisa groans)

(knock on Jesse's door)

Uh, excuse me, private riders,

I have a guy at the door.

Yes, may I help you?

(Homer grunts)

(both grunting)

You like that?
You like that, fatty?

Okay, so when strangling
a man, don't just

use your arms, people,
engage that core.

Engage. Engage.

I'll die as I lived...

failing and sweaty.

Let him go.
Let him go.

Oh, I've got to save Homie.

(engine not turning over)

Damn it!

Oh, it's so hard to ride
without a screen to look at.

Muscle memory.
Muscle memory.

♪

Cool.

Whoa!

Aw, screw it.

(groans)

Whoa, was that your mom?

In a million years my mom
would not be that cool.

Bart, be home by 6:00.

Well, if it's not your mom,

she stole her catchphrase.

(panting)

(gasping)

You're having a thing
with my wife.

Dude, she doesn't even know
where I live.

MARGE:
You get away
from my husband.

I thought you said
it was a private ride.

Well, you should have read
the terms and conditions

before you checked "agree," huh?

(Marge grunting)

That's enough, bub.

That's it, Marge,
work those quads.

I'm tired of men
telling me what to do.

(grunts)

(Jesse screaming)

Homer, let's go home.

Be sure to rate your ride,

and use Jesse32
for special discounts

in our online store.

Not valid without any other
discount codes. (groans)

Once again I have to thank you
for saving me

when I failed at saving you.

BOTH:
♪ Just the two of us ♪

♪ We can make it if we try ♪

♪ Just the two of us ♪

♪ Just the two
of us ♪

♪ Just the two of us ♪

♪ Building castles in the sky ♪

♪ Just the two of us ♪

♪ You and I. ♪

Is that my bike?

HOMER AND MARGE:
♪ Just the two of us ♪

♪ We can make it if we try ♪

♪ Just the two of us. ♪

I'm interested
in buying a bike.

Well, you have come
to the right place.

I'll take it from here.

(chuckles, sighs)
I used to make 500 grand a year.

And I used to be king
of South Jersey.

My big mistake was moving
into Middlesex County.

Why did I get so cocky?
Stupid, stupid, stupid!

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