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Oh, man, I can't
believe we have
to pick the peaches
ourselves.
This activity is so lame I'm
gonna daydream about school.
Damn it, a pop quiz!
Aw, come on, Bart, it's fun!
Well, that was kind of the same
as the first time.
Oh! Why did I suggest this?
Peach pickin' ain't so bad,
long as you got
a song to take
your mind off it.
Ooh, authentic
American folk music,
just like they play on NPR!
I'm afraid the only "NPR"
we know down here is
National Public Radio.
♪ Oh, the year's first peach is
a juicy peach ♪
♪ And he sings a happy tune ♪
♪ And the year's second
peach is a grouchy peach ♪
♪ More like a prune ♪
♪ Now, the year's
third peach is a.. . ♪
How many verses does
this song have?
I ain't never run out!
♪ Now, the year's third peach is
God-fearin' peach ♪
♪ Does what
the good book tells him ♪
♪ And the year's fourth peach is
a moldy peach ♪
♪ Shame on the man
that sells him ♪
♪ Now the year's fifth peach is
a fuzzy peach ♪
♪ Its kisses are
quite ticklish... ♪
HOMER:
Not bad.
Marge, how much do they pay us
for doing this?
Actually, we pay them for each
peach we take home.
What the...?
First I work, then I pay,
then I have to eat fruit?!
Why was I ever born?!
Ha-ha!
Okay, we've got peach bruschetta
on peach toast,
peach-aroni peach-za
and my famous BLTs —
or should I say, PPPs?
Come on, people, peaches!
Uh, honey, on a non-stone
fruit-related topic,
I booked us a
couples massage.
Ooh... couples!
That way I can enjoy
my massage,
and make sure you don't enjoy
yours too much.
(humming)
Initiate phase two.
I forget what phase two is,
but I'll assume we just dump
the peaches like we discussed.
Affirmative.
I'll assume that means "yes."
Roger.
The name's Bart.
(Homer and Marge
moan with pleasure)
Oh... mmm...
When we get home,
the peaches will be gone.
What?! What?!
What will eat?!
Oh... Oh!
Oh, screw it.
(chuckles)
Masseuses:
the half-doctors/half-hookers
who solve everything.
Oh! What idiot put the dump so
far away from where people live?
Aw, man!
The Horticulture Society is
having its Chinese Lantern party
and we've got nothing to huck!
Gentlemen, I think I have
the solution to your problem.
(shouting, screaming)
(all laughing)
(dog howls)
Where am I?
This neighborhood is starting
to look a little bit like
Sesame Street!
(clanking)
(gasps)
(chuckles nervously)
Wonder who's in there.
Could it be Oscar the...
(chitters)
(screams)
(hissing)
(gasping)
(door creaks)
Huh?
(chittering)
(panting)
(gasps)
(lid creaks)
What the...?
Is somebody in here?
LISA: Help! I'm trapped in
an alternate dimension —
an existential
nether space! I.. .
Hey, how ya doin'?
(groans)
All right, who sent you —
Marvin The Magician?
Oswald of the Occult?
Citywide Mortgage?
I worked everything out
with Nina.
No one sent me.
I just knocked on the
door and it opened.
Uh, how'd I get from inside
there to over here?
Because this
is a house of magic.
Sounds like most of the house is
still owned by the bank.
But the rest of it is magic.
Ooh...
(gasps)
How did you do all that?
Permit me
to introduce myself.
I am...
the Great Raymondo!
I was once the most famous
illusionist in the world,
performing for pashas
and potentates,
Grand Dukes
and Grande Dames...
(sighs, groans)
Who wants to hear
an old man go on
believe we have
to pick the peaches
ourselves.
This activity is so lame I'm
gonna daydream about school.
Damn it, a pop quiz!
Aw, come on, Bart, it's fun!
Well, that was kind of the same
as the first time.
Oh! Why did I suggest this?
Peach pickin' ain't so bad,
long as you got
a song to take
your mind off it.
Ooh, authentic
American folk music,
just like they play on NPR!
I'm afraid the only "NPR"
we know down here is
National Public Radio.
♪ Oh, the year's first peach is
a juicy peach ♪
♪ And he sings a happy tune ♪
♪ And the year's second
peach is a grouchy peach ♪
♪ More like a prune ♪
♪ Now, the year's
third peach is a.. . ♪
How many verses does
this song have?
I ain't never run out!
♪ Now, the year's third peach is
God-fearin' peach ♪
♪ Does what
the good book tells him ♪
♪ And the year's fourth peach is
a moldy peach ♪
♪ Shame on the man
that sells him ♪
♪ Now the year's fifth peach is
a fuzzy peach ♪
♪ Its kisses are
quite ticklish... ♪
HOMER:
Not bad.
Marge, how much do they pay us
for doing this?
Actually, we pay them for each
peach we take home.
What the...?
First I work, then I pay,
then I have to eat fruit?!
Why was I ever born?!
Ha-ha!
Okay, we've got peach bruschetta
on peach toast,
peach-aroni peach-za
and my famous BLTs —
or should I say, PPPs?
Come on, people, peaches!
Uh, honey, on a non-stone
fruit-related topic,
I booked us a
couples massage.
Ooh... couples!
That way I can enjoy
my massage,
and make sure you don't enjoy
yours too much.
(humming)
Initiate phase two.
I forget what phase two is,
but I'll assume we just dump
the peaches like we discussed.
Affirmative.
I'll assume that means "yes."
Roger.
The name's Bart.
(Homer and Marge
moan with pleasure)
Oh... mmm...
When we get home,
the peaches will be gone.
What?! What?!
What will eat?!
Oh... Oh!
Oh, screw it.
(chuckles)
Masseuses:
the half-doctors/half-hookers
who solve everything.
Oh! What idiot put the dump so
far away from where people live?
Aw, man!
The Horticulture Society is
having its Chinese Lantern party
and we've got nothing to huck!
Gentlemen, I think I have
the solution to your problem.
(shouting, screaming)
(all laughing)
(dog howls)
Where am I?
This neighborhood is starting
to look a little bit like
Sesame Street!
(clanking)
(gasps)
(chuckles nervously)
Wonder who's in there.
Could it be Oscar the...
(chitters)
(screams)
(hissing)
(gasping)
(door creaks)
Huh?
(chittering)
(panting)
(gasps)
(lid creaks)
What the...?
Is somebody in here?
LISA: Help! I'm trapped in
an alternate dimension —
an existential
nether space! I.. .
Hey, how ya doin'?
(groans)
All right, who sent you —
Marvin The Magician?
Oswald of the Occult?
Citywide Mortgage?
I worked everything out
with Nina.
No one sent me.
I just knocked on the
door and it opened.
Uh, how'd I get from inside
there to over here?
Because this
is a house of magic.
Sounds like most of the house is
still owned by the bank.
But the rest of it is magic.
Ooh...
(gasps)
How did you do all that?
Permit me
to introduce myself.
I am...
the Great Raymondo!
I was once the most famous
illusionist in the world,
performing for pashas
and potentates,
Grand Dukes
and Grande Dames...
(sighs, groans)
Who wants to hear
an old man go on
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