TV-Serie: The Simpsons - 34x21
(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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Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH access.wgbh.org 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!
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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Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH access.wgbh.org 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!