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Date de première diffusion : 8 mai 2022
Lors d’une compétition à laquelle participe l’équipe de la maison de retraite de GramPa, une femme ne cesse d’observer Marge. À la sortie du gymnase, Marge interpelle la dame qui fuit et crie qu’elle a fait de sa vie un enfer. Marge comprend que c’est son ancienne principale : Mme York. Bart est content d’apprendre que sa mère est comme lui. Marge et Bart commence à faire des farces ensemble …
Effrayé par cette nouvelle complicité, Homer essaie de créer un lien avec Lisa et leur cherche un point commun, la nourriture peut-être ? …
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– Don’t pick it. – D’oh!
I’m sorry. We’re going to have to pull the plug.
See ya later, vegitaters. Ha-ha!
All ears on me!
For 37 years, we’ve played shuffleboard
against our crosstown rivals.
The Golden Exits Retirement Farm.
Those rich snobs think they’re better than us,
with their yoga classes,
and their aquacise,
and their name-brand applesauce.
But today we show them
what we can do!
Cloudy eyes! Functioning hearts!
Aw, they want something.
No fair. The other team’s got a ringer.
♪ Owner of an ’80s car ♪
♪ 200,000 miles ♪
♪ Owner of an ’80s car ♪
♪ Got it for graduation. ♪
Yet somehow I feel guilty.
That woman won’t stop staring at me.
I’m not surprised, Marge.
You are a senior home ten.
Do I… know you?
Margie the Meanie?
You’ve caused me enough trouble!
Mom, what don’t we know about you?
you ruined my life!
I never want to see you again!
That is my old principal.
Mom, she’s treating you like you were a bad kid in school.
But that’s impossible.
Well, I… not really.
You were a bad kid in school!
High five. And now you’re trying to lie about it!
We’re the same!
We’re the same! We’re the same! We’re the same!
Oh, I finally have a parent I am proud of.
You must’ve run into Principal York.
You made her life a living hell.
It started in middle school.
That’s when we were sopranos in the choir.
Ah! Still got it.
In seventh grade, I had to switch schools.
We wear top and bottom eyeliner.
Check out this tattoo.
Is that press-on?
They were so nasty to me.
And then one day,
against a checked-out principal,
you won them over.
The mean girls are picking on me again.
Well, what do you expect me to do,
start some kind of anti-bullying policy?
Also no standing during lunch.
I’ll do a lot better with the next person I hire.
He’ll be a win-ner!
The new girl did that.
It was cool.
Cool girl! Cool girl!
I am a cool girl.
Don’t check with my old school.
You pranked the principal?
I embarrassed her, but I shouldn’t have.
But that didn’t stop you from doing it again.
Oh, my God! We saw the principal’s bra.
It’s not even grammatical.
Oh, my God, Mom, you’re not perfect.
You’re so not perfect.
Bart, I’m not…
This is the first hug where you’ve ever hugged me back.
Hug you back? I started the damn hug.
Language, but aw…
Two customers in the shop at once.
Call the fire marshal.
I want to buy a Batman.
Um, not so fast. Which era?
Which artist? Dark Knight or Adam West?
Sometimes I regret not finishing medical school.
I was one credit away. One.
I want the one where Batman eats lasagna.
That is Garfield, who is not a bat, but a cat.
How can someone with such a big head be so stupid?
That is so cruel, picking on that poor Wiggum boy.
Someone should teach him a lesson.
Someone who’s not afraid
to be a hero to her son.
Do it, Marge. Prank that guy.
Uh, for legal reasons, you can call me Uber Hombre.
Once again the lack of clear copyright
in my country has screwed me.
My copyright expired.
Would you like to be the Scarlet Pimpernel?
No, thank you.
Maybe something should be done.
Why, look, if it isn’t Lex Loser.
Ha. Stop working the package to see
what the middle comic is in the three-pack.
Take your chances like a man.
But I want to see if the middle one is valuable.
The middle comic is never valuable.
It’s there to take up space like lettuce on a hamburger,
a seat filler at the Emmys,
Uh, excuse me, Mr. Guy?
I have more money than you’ve ever seen
in this store.
Yes, sir, and may I offer you a snack?
You serve snacks?
For valued customers, yes.
Have a mint, or if you prefer,
a near mint. Could I interest you
in this very emotional Spider-Man, in which
Peter Parker confronts and forgives the spider who bit him?
A comic book’s arch enemy!
Oh, God! Oh!
Oh, God! Ah!
To quote the immortal Shaggy:
« Zoinks! »
What’s so funny?
Mom and I…
…did a prank together.
Whoa, wait a minute.
So Bart gets his wild side
from his mother? That makes no sense.
Boys get stuff from their dads,
like their favorite baseball team, mental disorders,
and the lame joke they tell every waiter.
Why don’t you get this one?
Imagine, a baby paying a check.
Well, maybe Bart’s pranking allele
is on the maternal chromosome.
The only part of that I understood
was « allele. »
I’m talking Mendelian genetics.
Young lady, we do not discuss that at the dinner table.
Now pass the peas.
Hmm. How come one quarter are yellow?
So Bart’s not like me,
Lisa’s not like me.
There will be no evidence I was ever on this earth.
Wait, wait. Maybe Maggie.
How many times I got to tell you, Homer?
No outside peas.
It’s just that I realized the kids totally take after Marge.
– Nothing from me. – Come on, Homer.
There’s got to be something you passed on to your kids.
That adorable way you pout?
Uh, the way you can burp-sing
the national anthem?
Great chiming in today, guys.
– Oh, thanks for noticing. – Appreciate it.
There is something we have in common, Dad.
That we’re both made out of beer?
No, something deeper. Profound.
You’ll have to figure it out yourself.
Oh, I hate when foam makes me think.
Hey, you guys have forgotten one thing.
She is 100% scientific proof
that I exist.
To Lisa « What’s Her Middle Name » Simpson.
Daddy’s little girl.
No clinking? What’s wrong?
Yeah, well, truth be told,
uh, none of us was positive Lisa was really your kid.
She’s smart as a whip.
– Wha…? – She can control her temper.
You look exactly like her
if she was a big, fat, bald guy, which she’s not.
In the least.
For your information,
I’m gonna find a wonderful bond
between myself and my little girl.
And you childless loners are gonna be so jealous.
You losers will never have this!
Oh, right, Maggie’s in the car.
Shut the damn door!
Marge, I see you’re buying
Slaughterhouse Sweepins brand hot dogs.
It must be so easy to shop
when anything’s good enough for your family.
No. No more pranking.
Now we’ve got to buy food before the prices go up.
Timothy and I prefer Opera House Franks.
Maybe you’ve seen their commercials?
Oh, wait, they’re only advertised
on premium cable channels.
I need a price check on a pack
of Gassy Granny Underwear.
That’s not mine.
How did it get in my cart?
I also need a price check
on a gallon of Sober by Six Day Drinker’s Gin,
Lady Stinkfoot Insoles,
The Marvelous Mrs. Miser’s Week-Old Bread,
Barely Helpful Herpes Ointment,
FEMA Brand Emergency Toilet Paper…
and Garbage Mouth Bad Breath Neutralizing Suppositories.
Vegetarians like food?
Is that pulled pork dripping with cheese?
Uh, yes, except instead of cheese,
I’m using cashew paste with nutritional yeast
and for pork, I’m substituting jackfruit.
Jackfruit is vegan, abundant,
and no plucking, so it’s cruelty-free.
Hmm, not bad, not bad.
This is it– food is our thing.
Well, if you like jackfruit,
I know a place you will love.
It’s probably not what you’re thinking.
Please give me the best kombucha you have on tap,
and a bottle of your finest liquid aminos.
You got it. Namaste.
Mmm. Jicama sticks.
Dad, do you like this food?
Oh, sweetie, I love this meal.
I hated that meal.
Oh, thank God I keep an emergency sausage
beside the bed.
Ew, what is this?
It’s a ground-up kickball.
I pranked you.
Why, you little…!
Ow! Ow! Ooh! See, Marge?
That’s why we shouldn’t have books in the house.
Do you think I like doing this pranking?
When I’m done laughing, I hate myself.
I’m behaving like a little brat
and it’s made me a better mother.
But pranking isn’t like you, it’s like me.
We can’t have two of me in this marriage.
One of me is enough for three of us.
But I can’t stop, ’cause I’ve never been closer to Bart.
I’ve waited for a connection like this for so long.
Longer than the new Avatar movie.
It’s coming, Marge.
You’ve got to have faith.
You sound like James Cameron, Homer.
What if we never see Pandora again?
The real unobtanium is the sequel.
Have faith, have faith.
Oh, sorry. No one’s allowed in the store
while Mr. Burns shops for the right chewing gum.
Are you for real?
I am. He doesn’t want to, quote,
« Catch your poverty. »
A little too strong for my liking.
My baby has a rash!
And it makes her a wiggle monster.
Babies. When will you learn that old people are our future?
Sorry, I have a medical condition
where I don’t give a damn.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
He’ll just fall
into that soft grass over there.
Ah! Ow! Oh!
Oh, my God, Bart. We went too far.
You mean you went too far.
We’ve never been closer!
Marge, you’re incredibly lucky Mr. Burns is okay.
It taught me a lesson, Smithers.
– Life could end at any moment. – Mm-hmm.
So we have to jam as much evil
as possible into each remaining day.
What are you looking at?
Marge, I don’t understand.
What made you attack that hateful,
nasty, hateful old man?
Um, I was taught that a lady
should never express or experience emotions.
And I don’t, except every couple of decades
I snap. Otherwise I’m just simmering,
simmering, simmering, simmering,
– simmering, simmering… – You must have been such a good little girl.
I don’t want to talk anymore today.
Well, it’s up to you. We can do this over 20 costly years,
or you can have your breakthrough now.
Oh, people can have instant breakthroughs?
Not people with good insurance,
but yours is lousy.
Oh, my God!
It’s okay. It’s okay.
Therapists almost never give useful advice,
but here’s what you do: just find your old principal,
make your peace, and you’ll feel better.
Are you sure?
As sure as I am I really don’t want to see you again.
Bart, I-I’m sorry.
Pranking is selfish and unkind.
Even if it’s hilarious. I’m done.
I don’t know who I am without pranking.
It’s in our blood.
Like when you had me, that was a total prank on Dad.
If you give it up, you’re giving me up!
I think I have one more prank left in me.
And it’s gonna be a real doozy.
I love the way you say cool things in lame ways.
This is great. So great.
I would kill the Easter Bunny for one meatball.
– Now, we shred in some kale. – Oh, no.
– And Brussels sprouts, tofu, -You’re killing me.
– bell peppers, mushrooms, – I’m gagging! Oh!
– broccolini, artichokes. – Don’t say– oh!
– Want some blueberries? – Ew! Yuck!
Ooh, sunflower seeds.
You know, if a bag of pig knuckles fell in there,
it wouldn’t be the end of the world.
Dad, I love you, but I don’t want to do this
if you’re gonna… Homer it up.
My name is a verb, meaning « to ruin »?
– That is pretty Homer-ed up. – I’m sorry.
Just try a sip.
What do you think?
Soggy and underseasoned.
I’m sorry. I hate this.
I have no similarities with any of my offspring.
My tongue is swelling, too!
Hey! Look at us! Our throats are closing as one.
Aw. Want to share an ambulance?
It turns out you two have
many common allergies, including
allspice, dust, feathers, fur,
the stuff in peanut butter that isn’t peanuts,
also peanuts, animal dander, Irish Spring–
the season and the soap–
and the smell of honeysuckle on a dark Georgia night.
What’s wrong, Dad?
You’re such a great kid.
Sorry I passed down all those bad parts.
Dad, you passed down the most important part of yourself.
Your kind heart.
I’m afraid I’m allergic to treacle.
I’m here to apologize.
Let me guess, there’s bees inside.
Please, I just want you to know I’m a good person.
I really am.
Just sniff the flowers, you’ll see.
We got you!
I’ve always hated children.
You’re going to juvie
and you’re going to women’s prison.
And the victim is gonna be buried
with deceased members of the Blue Man Group,
which there are way more than you’d think.
All died in hilarious ways.
Oh, my God, oh, my God! Please be alive.
I’ll never prank again. Never!
We got ya!
Uh-oh, Lou. We have got a zombie situation here.
Aim for the brain. It’s the only way.
Just teaching a lesson to my son.
She was never dead.
She’s a zombie lover, Lou!
Aim for both their heads. It’s the only way.
They’re not zombies, Chief.
And neither were the Wilsons.
Uh, don’t mention the Wilsons.
So, Mom, you taught me the dangers of pranking
while pulling an awesome prank.
Have some peanut brittle.
Mm-hmm, no snakes?
I took out the snakes and actually put in peanut brittle.
That’s how much I respect you.
Well, you know I love you and I always will.
But enough with the pranking.
Enough with the pranking.
« Dear Agnes, I’m so sorry
« I put laxatives in your dog’s food.
« Then secretly filmed it.
« Then sent it to America’s Worst Carpet Disasters.
« Then I won. And used the prize money to buy more laxatives.
Sincerely, Marge. »
Another one done.
Well, that’s the A’s.
« Dear Bernice… »