All language subtitles for The Simpsons 32x20 - Mother and Child Reunion (English)

D'oh!

Hmm?

Mmm.

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- Welcome. Good to see you.

If you're here to use the bathroom,

try the Burger King next door.

Actually, we'd like to buy something.

Wunderbar. I offer many things.

Astounding tricks,

confounding illusions.

I also fix iPhones.

You've heard of Steve Jobs?

This is my kid, "No Jobs."

- Dad!
- He's been angry

since I made his mother disappear

with my cold attitude
and the philandering.

Achtung, Gramps.

I want to buy a magic set
for my sister's birthday

'cause that's the kind of
lame-o thing she'd like.

Magic is not "lame-o."

Let me show you a trick
that made Angela Merkel say,

"You are the worst Uber driver ever."

This underwear was once worn

by Babar, King of the Elephants.

Elephant underwear is
tighty-whities on Homer.

Why, you little...!

What the...? The more I pull,

the tighter it gets.

The only solution? Pull more.

Nyeah, nyeah, nyeah-nyeah-nyeah!

Will you two ever stop?

Ever?

Ah! Is it the future you seek?

Well, then,
move through this beaded curtain

and past the Keurig coffee maker
I bought but never use.

Let us see what the
tarot cards have to say.

Eh. Tarot cards don't work.

Don't they, Madam President?

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Now let us see what
happens to Homer and Bart.

How does he know our names?

They are on your Starbucks coffee cups.

- Whoa.
- Whoa.

- _
- Good news, Homer.

In the future,

- you stop drinking.
- Oh...

- _
- And the boy becomes a fine person.

What? No!

Reversum predictum!

It's licorice. Have some.

Mmm...

Now I turn more cards and...

Oh, dear. This is rough. Very bad.

What? What?

There will be years of trouble

between Marge and Lisa.

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The trouble begins when you decide

where you will go to college.

What? Why are you saying that?
What's wrong?

Do I get wait-listed? Gap year?

Cornell?!

Let's just say things have changed

when you are 17.

Rise and shine!

Ugh, Mom, please.

I was asleep.

Today's the day you're gonna find out

what colleges you get into.

Who cares? They all lost their glitter

when Netflix bought Yale.

Well, you will be the first Simpson

to ever finish college
now that Bart's given up.

Why should I go to college?

I've become a master

of Fruit Ninja.

Salad complete.

Booyah.

There she is.

Our family's last and
only remaining hope.

Putting on a little pressure
there, Grampa?

It's just that you're the
only worthwhile Simpson

since... ever.

I'm counting on you to find the cure

for everything that's gonna kill me.

No pressure.

Wait a minute. This is on the wrong eye.

Ooh, much better.

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Lisa, I have a question.

Please, don't mention
the word "college."

College? No way.

This is a surprise promposal.

Guess who I hired to
ask you on my behalf.

My dad.

Imitating Seth MacFarlane
imitating Frank Sinatra.

? Take him to the prom ?

? And let him dance forevermore ?

? If you turn him down ?

? He will curl up on the floor ?

? In other words ?

? We're desperate ?

We really are.

? A pity "yes" will do. ?

And you'll have to drive
'cause he can't. Ha!

I can see you're tempted, Lis.

There's nothing cooler
than a guy who's graduated

coming back for a younger kid's prom.

Get out of here before
I accidentally say "okay."

Did I hear an "okay"?

Aw, hey, kid. What's the matter?

Your whole life,
for reasons I'll never understand,

you've been looking forward to college.

Today, you get in.

Things have changed since I was a kid.

College costs a fortune,
and does it really do any good?

All you get is a piece of
paper with your name on it.

And it's written in Latin,

so the only people who
can actually read it

are dead Romans and Catholic priests.

And last I checked,
none of them are handing out jobs.

Then why did you study so
hard and miss all the fun?

? Old days ?

? Good times I remember ?

? Fun days ?

? Filled with simple pleasure. ?

I don't know now.
I think of all those years

where instead of being behind a book,

I could've played kickball.

So many jump ropes un-jumped.

Do you ever feel regret, Bart?

I regret starting this conversation.

Every one. I got into every one.

Why does this moment feel so empty?

Come one, come all. Don't miss it.

Lisa, I told everyone

you're going to make your pick today.

This is the greatest moment of my life.

Drumroll!

? A Simpson got into college ?

? A Simpson got into college ?

? A Simpson got into college ?

? And I just never applied. ?

Everyone, shh! It's the moment of truth.

Congratulations, Lisa.
Which one are you gonna choose?

Bob Jones. Bob Jones. Bob Jones.

I, uh...

I'm not going to college.

What?! Quit joking.

Marge, nobody knows comedy like I don't.

She's not joking.

Lisa, you can't do this.
We're counting on you.

Well, you know, Marge,
I didn't go to college,

and I'm wealthy in the
most important way:

lack of student loans.

Do not encourage her.

Marge, her not going to college

is the most money I'll ever earn.

Lisa, please. I'm giving you

one last chance to salvage this day.

I've lived for this moment.

And all I've ever asked from you

is that everything that
never happened to me

happens to you.

And that justifies my existence on Earth

for the hours I spent holding you,
cleaning you,

cooking your supper, drying your tears,

catching your colds

and burying every personal need I had

just so I could have the brief joy

of setting up your dorm room

with the roommate from the fancy family

who you'll spend the holidays
with on their ranch in Colorado

instead of coming home to me.

Once and for all,

which college are you going to?

None.

I just wanted to say one thing.

- What's that?
- Ingrate!

I'm sorry, but could you have decided

you didn't want to go to
college before ten years

of me driving you to saxophone lessons,
SAT prep,

college tours of colleges
you were never gonna go to?!

Could it be
that I'm finally the favorite parent?

Maggie, whose side are you on?

I don't like how digital she's getting.

Aw, you know just what to say.

Honey,

I baked you brownies to eat

while you reconsider
stuff you've done or said.

Wait a minute. Do you actually think

your brownies will
affect my life decisions?

They have walnuts in them.

Mom, I never really liked your brownies,

and I'm not going to college.

Really? Who are you?

All my life, I did what I thought

other people wanted me to do.

Now I'm doing what I want.

Oh. Someday, you're gonna have
a daughter of your own,

and you'll see how I feel.

Who says I'm gonna have kids?

No college? No kids?

How dare you lead
the life I wish I'd led.

I'm burned out. I'm so burned out.

I just need some time to think.

Okay. Just promise me

that before you make
any final decisions,

- you'll talk to...
- I know, I know. My father.

I'm talking about the man

who's been there for every birthday.

The one man who took pride
in your every achievement.

I'd love to talk with you,
Lisa, but first,

boys, it's 6:00 p.m. Time for bed.

Yay!

College was my dream. Then I thought,

"Is it really my dream
or just everyone else's?"

Lisa, use the gifts God gave you

for whatever path He puts you on.

Get a job. Learn the pride

that comes with getting
your own paycheck.

Of course. The dignity of work.

Thank you, Mr. Flanders.

Daddy, can you come upstairs?

We're scared.

Daddy, bring the monster spray!

I may have over-coddled
them just a little bit.

Now, I'm afraid the next kilometer

on Lisa's autobahn of life would not be,

as you say, easy peasy.

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Ooh, could I double down on those?

This is not blackjack.

I said hit me.

Not blackjack.

Come on, pal, hit me.

Fine. You're busted.

D'oh! Should've held
on the hard Knave of Cups.

I have no regrets.

I have no regrets.

I have no regrets.

Simpson, the corn
isn't sticking to the dogs.

Why did I waste 30 minutes training you?

Now the pulp is settling
in the lemonade!

Pump! Pump!

Pump...!

Why am I working here?

Even I can't answer that,

and I was a philosophy major at Brown.

Brown! Brown...!

God, that job sucks.

Here's a little secret, honey.

All jobs suck.

That's why you get paid to do them.

So you had your gap week.

Now you're finally
going to college, right?

No. Not ever.

Okay, I can't change this,
and I can't accept this.

What do I do?
Go downstairs and yell into the dryer.

Why is she doing this?!

Why won't she go to college?!

We've been planning this her whole life!

Why?!

I'll have that picture and that picture

and a diet that picture,
if'n you please.

Can't you read the names?

No, ma'am.

You seem to read just fine,

and you're stuck in this dump.

Not anymore.

I know what I'm gonna do.

I hope it starts with pressin'
the button what brings my food.

Nope. I'm not gonna learn.

I'm gonna teach!

I'm gonna start an after-school program,

individualized and
accessible to children

who fall through the cracks.

What are you going to do for money?

Workman's comp.

I'd like to see you try.

On my way!

Whoo-hoo!

Welcome to the Boundless
Horizons School,

where I'm gonna change your lives

and you're gonna write
letters to me forever

and you'll say I was your
most influential person.

Just exactly how are you gonna teach us?

Well, I'm gonna use
every trick there is.

I'll put the desks in a circle.

I'll take the toughest one of you

and put him or her in charge
of making everyone behave.

And I'll teach Shakespeare
using dances from TikTok.

? Out, out, damned spot ?

? This is the way that
Shakespeare should be taught. ?

Her incredible lameness has me riveted.

Finally, someone who gets me
as a stereotype.

Wait one minute, young lady.

You cannot just open your own school

and start to better random lives.

Um...

You have to sign this form

and pay a $25 city business tax.

Okay. Just give me the change, please.

Uh, this is embarrassing.

Um, I'm not great at math.

Leave that to me.

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Lisa Simpson's after-school program

has been a tremendous success.

Unlike the news business.

Lisa now has over 100 franchises
here in the Illiteracy Belt.

And now, given her high profile
and 80% approval rating,

Lisa's running for state
school superintendent

against incumbent Gary Chalmers.

Under my opponent,

test scores have fallen.

Graduation rates have fallen.

I am not going to stand here and
listen to some nasty woman...

I-I'm just trying to make a point,
all right?

I'm not gonna let some stupid,
nasty, homely woman...

Simpson!

I concede.

Uh, congratulations.

Beloved superintendent of schools,
Lisa Simpson,

is now running for governor!

Soon she'll move beyond the scope

of a career-stuck local
anchorman like me.

This is Kent Brockman signing off.

Lisa Simpson, governor of...

is running for president.

Not even her highly damaged relationship

with her mother can stop her now.

Nate Silver analyzes.

Well, George, Lisa is doing great

with disenchanted daughters.

Also tiger moms, checked-out dads

and grandparents who like everything,

plus middle children, nerds of all ages

and saxophonists above second chair.

Now, it's a week
before the election but...

what the hell...
I'm calling it for Lisa.

My work here is done.

Good luck, America.

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It's 5:38 somewhere.

This just in.
Lisa Simpson has been elected

the eighth president who
did not go to college,

joining George Washington,
Abraham Lincoln

and Harry S. Truman.

Think about that when you're
paying your student loans.

Stephanopoulos out.

My daughter really becomes president?

Yes. But you have to
learn it on the streets.

Great news about your daughter, Marge.

She's finally going to college?

No. She's president.

You knew that, didn't you?

Oh, crap. I really am out of the loop.

Look, the heart of the story
is Lisa and me.

Do we finally get along?

Also, in the future,

how many more Ghostbusters do they make?

Four. The gay Ghostbusters is fantastic.

Can't we dwell on the
fact that I was president?

So concerned about your futures

but no one cares about mine.

I won't get into details,

but my body winds up in the
dumpster behind the store.

Do any of you give a damn?

Very well.

Now we have come to the final two cards.

The future will be revealed.

But first, I want to plug
my gig this Saturday

at the Comedy & Magic Club.

I conjure the spirit
of Rodney Dangerfield.

Ich bekomme keinen Respekt.

I'm telling you.

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- Ah. Here we are.

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- It's Inauguration Day,

and Marge and Lisa are barely speaking.

And I promise you that,
as your president,

I will obsess over your welfare,

because I don't have a life!

You're all I've got!

And I will serve you.

And we'll get right on that!

Madam President,
just after you were sworn in,

your predecessor finally conceded.

These transitional tantrums
get longer and longer.

Okay, he promised he'd leave
after he did that.

But you're going to
be a great president.

Thank you.

But maybe not a happy one.

Bart! Oh, I almost hugged you.

Well, I almost wish you had.

Oh. I think I will.

I hope you do.

I know what you need.

Some President's Choice High Carumba.

Why did you bring that here?

A: it's legal.

B: somehow still cool.

And C: you really need to chill out.

He's with me! He's with me!

Oh, I got to tell you something.

Now that we're both
grown and successful...

you, president,

me, pot CEO

and owner of three NBA teams...

I feel different.

I really, really, really don't hate you.

Aw.

Got anything to say to me?

Um... yes.

All right.

I'll admit it.

I've always been kind
of a pain in the butt.

Wow. If you had said that earlier,

even I would have voted for you.

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Wow, that's pretty cool

for someone who was always unpopular.

But, but wait!

Not my fault. Because,
I don't know if you know,

but I did not come from a
family that made things easy.

Well, maybe you didn't make
things easier for them either.

Maybe Mom was the one
who was helping you

in ways you don't even remember.

? Old days ?

? Good times I remember ?

? Fun days... ?

Oh, wow.

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Mom?

She's clean. Checked her hair.

Took 45 minutes.

I'm here to see if you'll finally admit

you'd be better off
if you'd gone to college.

Are you crazy?

You still can't admit you were wrong.

Let me tell you something, lady.

Wait a minute. Just-just wait a minute.

I'm president now.

I have a lot of resources.

Where's my mom translator?

Maybe I started off on the wrong foot.

"You constantly let me down."

Of course, I appreciate
everything you're saying.

"You were never really in my corner."

I may have said a lot
of things in anger.

"I meant what I said
and I will stick to it.

But no matter what,
I was always proud of you."

You made me mad, too.

"I was hurt because I care so much.

All the respect and love I
have for people came from you."

That's nice to hear.

"I love you so much."

"I love you, too."

Oh, oh.

Okay, you can go now.

"This translator is fantastic.

Give her a raise."

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Okay. I enjoyed that story,
but I got to know,

how much is really true?

Let me consult the oracle.

Okay, Lisa,
I'll give it to you straight.

You've got a 98% chance
of going to college,

83% Ivy League,

47% chance of a boyfriend,

72% chance of a girlfriend.

Oh!

I like those odds!

Hey, can I get the game on this?

It's not a TV.

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Shh!

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