All language subtitles for The Simpsons - 34x21 - Clown V. Board of Education.WEB.HULU.en

(humming happily)

Oh Krusty-o, oh Krusty-o,

wherefore art thou, Krusty-o?

Yo, yo, Julie-ech.

To pie or not to pie?

That is no question!

(laughs)

(crickets chirping)

Well, the crickets get it,

and they're the toughest
insects to please.

But what happened
to my audience?

(snores)

This is supposed
to be a kids' show.

Sorry, Krusty. Kids
are no longer into your show.

Yeah, kids prefer
TikTok, Instagram,

going to church,
dentist appointments,

even getting bullied.

The only way
we can get an audience

is to bring in loose seniors
who are lost at the mall.

We were lied to.

We were promised
air conditioning.

There is air conditioning.

Turn it down! I'm freezing!

Okay, so maybe I did lose touch

with my audience in the '90s.

- What year is this?
- (whispers)

2000 and what?!

I need new material.
Where are my writers?

(whispers)

They're buried where?!

(groans)

I tell you, Krusty,

the heyday of
the TV clown ended

when parents
found out that Ovaltine

was just sugared mud. (laughs)

Everyone's gotten out.

Oingo, Boingo,

Penny Nickels, Knick Knack, Paddywhack,

the cast of The View,

Dungaree Dave, Sadsy.

Sad to see Sadsy go.

Oh, not Leaky Pants.

He'd never quit.
He was born to it.

When his mother's water broke,
it was seltzer.

Cheese for your scampi?

Leaky? No!

Also, can I buy all
your material for $7,800?

No way.

Fine, I'll just steal it.

Little Debbie Dimples,
you're the wisest of us all.

What do we do?!

I don't know.

I'm as cute and
adorable as I ever was.

Check out my trademark pout.

(forced laugh)

Oh, it hurts so much to do that.

(hacking coughs)

What we need is
new, young clowns.

But who's teaching 'em? Nobody.

Wait a minute. If I started
a school for clowns,

I could save our profession.

But would I make money?

What's private school
tuition these days?

(whispering)

Yow!

Yeah, hey, you could sell
the students comedy props.

Like those dollar sign contacts
you're wearing. (chuckles)

It's not a prop.

It's scarring from
a drive-through LASIK's clinic.

Little tip: Put the car in park.

Dimples, this
school idea is genius.

Any more advice?

Yes. The most important
thing in comedy is...

is...

uh, um...

What? What?!

Fine, don't tell me.

What is it?
What could it be?

Why won't she tell me?

Is it being funny?

Is it big shoes? What?

Now, listen here, Bozo,

you can't just open a school

and expect to be certified.

That's right, you need
psychological evaluations,

educational degrees.

I think you'll find
every document you need

in this envelope.

No cash.
Now I only take Griftr.

See?

Now, about the curriculum.
Will you teach STEM?

Sure will. Slapstick, tumbling,
enormous shoes and mime.

Mime?! Yeah, forget it.

Hey, that's great.

Would you like to teach
mime at my school?

You've got the job.

Sign here. Oh, no.

The wind blew the papers away.

Oh, catch them and put
them in your magic box.

(shoes squeaking)

Clowning is now
the most despised profession

in America after
Supreme Court justice.

But that will change.

We will lift
our clown horns high

and tell the world,
"Agagabawoogakazowie!"

(horns honk)

Now, let's pull together
as only clowns can.

(hysterical laughing)

Well, whatever the hell
this is, it's starting.

ANNOUNCER:
Tired of your kids

being jammed into overcrowded

public school classrooms

with teachers who only
work nine months a year?

Ready to work
on our lesson plan?

I plan to lessen
the amount of margarita

in this pitcher. (chuckles)

Teachers. They have it so easy.

They get to buy their own
classroom equipment,

and people tell them what
they can and can't teach.

What a racket.

Then bring your kids to
the Herschel Krustofsky

School for the Clowning Arts.

You'll receive a fully
rounded education.

Math, science, balloon animals,

and the basics of stilt safety,

and advanced balloon animals.

And we've got one thing
no other school has:

an elephant.

Barnum & Bailey's
had to sell this guy

after an
unfavorable documentary.

And I got him.

(elephant trumpets)

I have to go there.

You're doing just fine
at Springfield Elementary.

No, I'm not. In fact,

here are several notes
from my teachers.

(Marge groaning)

This could be the chance for me

to turn my
sucked-up life around.

I'll be like Lisa, but fun.

Hey.

- Mm.
- Objection withdrawn.

Look at it this way, guys.
You got to straighten me out.

It's either this way
or Catholic school.

Catholic school?

(both gasp)

Te deum laudamus:
te dominum confitemur.

Te aeternum patrem omnis
terra veneratur.

- (both whimpering)
- Tibi omnes Angeli;

tibi Caeli
et universae Potestates...

Okay, okay, you got it.

Kid, your grades are
nothing to "hey, hey" about,

so sell me on you.

Well, sir, I've been voted
class clown three years running.

Impressive.
I never won anything.

My publicist got me one of those

"In Memoriam" segments once,
but I was alive.

(somber music plays)

It was great
to see my face up there,

although it got booed.

Still, this application has...

What's the educational
term for it?

"The stink of a loser."

Oh, man.

Wait a minute. Now, see here.

Maybe my kid is a loser,
but he's an alpha loser.

The one that all
the other losers blindly follow.

Whatever Bart's joining,
I'm joining.

And I'll pay whatever it takes.
Here are all my pin numbers.

Take them. Come on, take them.

Kid, you've shown me the way.

The bottom of the barrel
is lined with gold.

Now bring me every
rotten apple in the barrel.

Hmm.

Krusty, mein old pal.
Showbiz man hug.

(groaning):
Yeah.

I want to present
mein son, Dieter.

I think he would be an excellent
candidate for your akademi.

Shut up, Dad, you has-been.

Enough of the wisenheiming.

My son is a special boy,

so special, no decent
school will take him.

But he has a gift
for the comedy, like me.

We Germans have a word for it.

Komische einstellung

Strikenhaltentseinenlieber-
schvancer...

Wow.

I wasn't finished.

...einezwugzangshteifel.

Let's cut to the chase.
Are we in?

I don't know,
we got a lot of applications.

- (rips check)
- Oh, he's in, all right.

That's Malibu rehab money!

Son, let's get you
some ice cream

and a new Lamborghini.

- Whatever.
- (phone keys clicking)

Holy crap.

I could afford another marriage.

And just in time. (groans)

You see this, Dad?
I'm trying to be

an educator, just like you.

Like all great teachers,
my motivation is money.

If you've got a problem,
give me a sign.

Nothing? Nothing.

That's the most positive
thing you've ever said to me.

I'll take that as, uh,

"I admit to being your father."

Okay, Lisa,

here are your
multicolor note cards.

Bart, your honk horn.

Why do you need this
for English class?

I don't know and I don't care.

Ah-ooga.

(honking horn)

Bart, what have I told you about

riding a unicycle
in the kitchen?

Nothing. It's never come up.

Hmm.

"No turnip tossing,
no unhappy pancake faces."

You know, you're right.

Listen, I don't
want to spoil a party...

- Yes, you do.
- Okay,

but I don't enjoy it.

Again, you do.

Okay, but I feel guilty.

- No, you don't.
- Shut up.

Let me speak.

Are we sure Bart is
going to a real school?

(honks horn)

Lisa, don't
step on his enthusiasm.

This combines a boy's
two most natural desires:

To be with his family

while running away
to join the circus.

Lis, for the first time,

I feel like you do about school.

Can you understand that feeling?

Oh, my God, I can.

(fart noise)

Cut the treacle.
That's what clowns do.

(laughs)

(growls)

Anyone seen my glasses?

(squeaking)

Those actually
make you look cooler.

Haw-haw!

Ha-haw-haw!

Ha-haw-haw-haw!

Who was the first clown to wear
the double-winged neck ruff?

My hand is going up.
What's happening?

Yes, Bart?

First clown with neck ruff.

Pickel-herring.
Dortmund, Germany.

Very good.

First female clown, U. S.?

Amelia Butler,
Royal Amphitheater.

Very good. First...

Oh, my God, I'm striving.

And I know what
"striving" means.

Now for a demonstration
of the parabolic curve.

(laughs)

(groaning)

(laughing)

Laughter is the best medicine.

Except for synthetic opiates.

(laughs)

(playing slide whistles)

(plays "Entry of the Gladiators"
by Julius Fucik)

(sneezes)

(Marge humming)

(chuckles)

You know the rules, boy.

In this house,
I get the first shower

and the last pork chop.

♪

Why, you...

genius. (laughs)

He deflected his father's rage.

I'm so proud.

("Yakety Sax"
by Boots Randolph playing)

What is that
beautiful instrument?

It's a saxophone.

Why don't you play
a fun thing like that?

I play it every night.

Well, why can't you
be more yakety?

Mom, tell Dad I'm plenty yakety.

Well, a little more
wouldn't hurt.

("Yakety Sax" plays
at slower tempo)

(clears throat)
Springfield Elementary children,

are you ready?

My mechanical pencil nib
is extruded to the ideal length.

Good to see you, pal.

First question.

Category: Science.

This lighter-than-air gas...

(high-pitched):
Helium.

- BOTH (high-pitched):
Helium. Helium.
- Correct.

Children, remember
this inspirational thought.

You will have to
make up the schoolwork

you missed during this time.

Great speech.

This is a good time
to remind you

you're banned from my funeral.

Time for the final
question in math.

Give the equation for

a parabolic curve.

(honking horn)

Y equals X squared
plus a constant C.

That answer is... correct.

This is a Hollywood ending,

except Hollywood doesn't
write endings anymore.

They just tease the sequels.

Krusty...

Sorry, no autographs, selfies,

charitable requests,
subpoenas or...

I came to say thank you.

What?

Never heard that before.

I hate to say it,
but I was almost,

almost, starting to
lose hope in my son.

Then you turned him around.
God bless you, Krusty.

Wow.

♪

Here's a subpoena.

Eh, I'm still happy.

Dad, I did it.

I finally did something
both of us can be proud of.

And you didn't see it.

Even though you lived to be 97.

- VOICE: Krusty?
- Yeah.

Krusty, my boy.

I hear you.

Krusty, I would like to

become a partner in your school.

A Carnegie to your Mellon,
as it were.

Aw, the mob wants in.

Running a school is
a dangerous business.

I foresee possible
boiler explosions,

Taco Tuesday trichinosis,

a mysterious increase
in owies and boo-boos.

But I can prevent these things.

Are you threatening me?

Well, since you
insist on discussing

the elephant in the room,

he will be working for me now.

Oh, why does every
performing animal turn on me?

- (elephant trumpets)
- Are you still mad

I separated you from your child?

Look, you guys already control

waste management, casinos,

farmers' markets
and Girl Scout cookies.

What do you want
with a stupid school?

Our organization has
run out of revenue streams.

The best drugs are sold
by the nice lady at Walgreens.

Gambling is
so legally available,

it's not fun anymore.

Meanwhile, Harvard and Yale

jacked their tuition up
ten percent annually

when they already got
90 billion in the bank.

I just found out
we're down $100.

Send out more envelopes!

(licking)

I want out of loan sharking,

and into student loans.

Talk about a vig. Whoa!

Education is
the last untapped scam

left in America.

Plus, I've always admired
the stone-cold ruthlessness

of teachers unions.

And if that teacher's a nun,

you can kiss
your knuckles goodbye.

Talk about whacking.

Fat Tony, let me
be honest with you.

I got an agent, a manager,

two personal shoppers
and a Shabbos goy.

There are no percents left
for me to give.

And for the first time in my
life as a children's show host,

I think I'm actually
helping kids.

No, let me be honest with you.

We can do this
the easy way or...

You win.

Now, one more thing.

Tell me you like me
and make me believe it.

I like you. I like you.

No one could
fake a kiss that wet.

(horns honking)

Why aren't you traffic monitors

managing this drop-off?

He's on a no-show job.

Me? I'm a no-work.

I'm a no-show?
Then what am I doing here?

I thought you liked my company.

Eh, I like it. I don't love it.

(horns honking)

Where are all the markers?

They're selling them across
the border in Ogdenville

without paying
the dry erase tax.

♪

- (tires screech)
- Have you got any reds, man?

Nobody's got reds!

Two hundo a bag.

That's not cool. You're taking
advantage of my addiction

to highlighting
important material, man.

You are late with your envelope.

Tough tamales.

You see these mashed potatoes?

Yeah.

What if we make you eat them?

No!

(straining)

You're right, Dad.

It's time I stopped
being a terrified clown

and started being
a terrified educator.

I'm going to stand up like a man

and rat them out
behind their backs.

(horn honks)

Yeah, sorry, Krusty,
but the police have

no jurisdiction
in private schools,

private clubs, private homes.

Basically any place outside
the police station. (chuckles)

Are you willing to wear a wire?

I will, but I must warn you,
I'm super ticklish.

(laughs)

I'm not even touching you.

But I know you're gonna.

(laughs)

So, uh, we figured it's best

to put the microphone
in the squirting flower.

Gotcha. Does the flower
still squirt?

Actually, if you squirt it,

you'll be immediately
electrocuted. Yeah.

(groans)

Full house. Jacks over eights.

What do you got,
Johnny Tight Lips?

Could be the winning hand,

but I'll never tell.

Just what our card game needed,

a joker.

Uh, yeah. Don't mind me.

Just keep playing
and talking freely.

Okay.

Hey, Krusty, do the flower bit.

I love that gag.
Hey, let me be the foil.

(laughing nervously):
Yeah, well, uh...

Come on, funny man.

Squirt me
right between the eyes.

What are you waiting for, clown?

One of us is
going to be splattered

in the next five seconds.

Damn it, lost another witness.

How's our memorial wall
looking, Lou?

Don't give me that look.

I told you we needed
a bigger wall. I said it.

- (zapping)
- (shouts)

(laughter)

This guy is hilarious.

He's wearing a wire.

Any last words?

(slide whistles, horns honking)

No one messes with
the principal we actually like.

Boss, these kids are
making me feel dizzy and guilty.

Silenzio.

Maybe there is a more
civilized solution.

After all, we Romans
invented civilization.

No, we didn't, we stole it
from the Greeks.

(exasperated shout)

Krusty, what if
there was a way

that I could get my money

and you would
no longer have me to fear?

I'm listening.

Oh, you're burning
the school down

for the insurance money?

You get an A-plus in math.

(siren wailing)

(tires screech)

♪

ALL (high-pitched):
Oh, no!

What do I do
with this extra gas?

- Use it in your car.
- Don't need it.

I drive a Nissan Leaf.

Idiota. I'll leaf you.

I finally did something
you could be proud of,

and now it's gone.

Not true, man.

You made a difference
in my life,

and that'll never change.

He's right. The boy has learned

that if he gives a damn,
he will succeed.

And that false hope will
carry him a long, long way.

Aw, thanks, but I'm afraid

I'll need more
than that to cheer me up.

Hmm. Want to get some nachos?

Did you say "naches,"

the Yiddish word for
"fatherly pride"?

No, I said "nachos,"
the Mexican word

for cheese-covered chips.

It's a sign from my father.

My father finally has naches.

I said, "nachos."

Chipotle on me.

Timing. The most important
thing is timing.

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Here are
the morning announcements.

You children have

the greatest gift of all.

You cannot be tried as adults.

Today is Italian American Day.

As is every other day forever.

Do not go in the meat locker

no matter what you hear.

If you see something,

you didn't see nothing.

And all further announcements

will be made from

my uncle's doctor's office

because the Feds

can't wire that place.

Good day.

♪

Shh!