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(screaming)
D'oh!
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Okay kids, time to apply the final "date night" touch.
Lisa, spray just a hint of perfume on my neck.
Bart, you tell me this dress doesn't make me look fat.
And now!
You don't look fat.
Thank you!
(bird squawks)
(spritzing) Homer, you don't look fat.
(chuckling): Oh, Carl!
You're a liar, but I love it.
Date night: it's the embalming fluid
that keeps the mummy of a marriage fresh
after the heart and brain have been
pulled out through the nose.
Ugh, I never should've given you that Egyptology book.
Gentlemen, I'm afraid we've detected a small leak
somewhere in the heavy water piping facility.
Don't leave until you find that leak!
Uh, Mr. Burns, couldn't we patch the leak tomorrow?
It's date night.
Oh, indeed it is.
Tonight I will be continuing my courtship
of Princess Wilhelmina of Prussia.
(whimpers)
Tonight's the night I pop the question:
Where is the Kaiser's gold?
Now get to work on that leak!
(sighs disconsolately)
TV ANNOUNCER: We now return to:
Angelo stood me up on date night, so I showed him:
I had one of my *** reduced.
You're one smart cookie, Rosemary.
That left *** was too good for him.
(clink)
HOUSEWIFE: We're appalling!
(TV turns off)
I'm sorry I missed dinner, honey.
We still have time to catch a movie.
That can be romantic. Really?
How romantic?
It'll make a walk on the beach
seem like a punch in the face.
Whoa!
Did you call the furnace man?
He's your cousin!
(chewing ice)
(cell phone rings)
Guess I'll have to take care of this
(crunching ice)
(sighs) It's so noisy in here.
I can't hear the ad telling everyone to be quiet!
Hey, we came here to enjoy the movie,
and we're going to enjoy the movie.
We're out of here.
This isn't fair; I want romance.
How about bromance?
It's not the same.
Dude...
I'm not a dude, I'm a hottie.
This bromance just got interesting.
(groans, gasps)
Ooh, ice skating.
A sport that encourages hand-holding.
Would you like to wear mittens or go commando?
Oh! (giggling)
Oh!
Why not? Sorry, no skating tonight.
What, they come here to clean the ice?
Losers.
Actually, it's called "curling."
Players slide the heavy stones toward the circle, or "house,"
as teammates control of the stonen and speed
by sweeping in front of it with a special broom.
Marge, this is perfect for both of us!
It's got bowling for me and sweeping for you.
Maybe you'd like to give it a try?
Mm... hmm.
Let us curl, milady.
Let us throw and sweep a'twain
until the Heavens themselves
drop their jaws in wonder and envy!
And afterwards there'll be beer and cocoa,
with marshmallows floating in the foam.
And if, from now till the end of time,
someone should ask what we were doing
on the eve of the 17th of November,
we shall proclaim that
we... were... curling!
This is what you're like when you don't drink!
(orchestral waltz playing)
Young woman.
Where'd you learn to sweep like that?
I've been training all my life.
I once swept red wine off a white carpet.
I like your style, Blue.
Want to join our team?
If Homer can join with me.
Fine. You two are off the team.
I see.
Well, I guess we can return these bodysuits to the store.
Hmm.
So, we'd just thrown a biter,
and Homer said to kick harder off the hack.
So I did and I almost fouled the hog line!
(laughing)
Exciting, exciting.
I just have one question: Is curling a real thing?
Yeah, or is it just a cover story for a grown-up thing
we're not allowed to know about?
Yeah, like the time you said
Dad was taking a weekend leadership seminar,
when he was really stuck in a barrel at the junkyard?
Curling is real.
The realest thing I've ever done.
(doorbell rings)
Hmm.
(gulps)
Principal Skinner?!
This is bogus, man.
You know the rules: two letters and a conference
before I get a home visit.
Bart, my cargo pants indicate
that I'm not here on school business.
I'm here on "cool" business, i.e. curling.
Hey, look who slid into our house.
(chuckling) Great curling reference.
What's up, Seymour?
Astonishing news out of Eau Claire, Wisconsin.
The Olympic Committee has announced that Mixed Curling
will be a Demonstration Event at the Winter Olympics.
There's a Winter Olympics?
(laughing)
Homer, while you were imagining what the Winter Olympics were,
Seymour said we were all going to the Olympic trials!
Olympic trials, eh?
He usually stays out like this for about 30 seconds.
Want some coffee?
Mmm, that'd be great.
Terrible, Seymour!
You're a disgrace to frozen water!
You love your son.
How can you be so *** him?
Marge, love has nothing to do with winning.
Believe me, I know.
I was in love with a soldier boy, on leave from Korea.
It was a 50's style romance--
three minutes of sex and a lifetime of regret.
He went back to his war, and I went back to my dream:
pole vaulting in the Helsinki Olympics.
But there was a bump in the road...
A bump named Seymour!
The whole nine months,
Seymour had just laid there like a lump.
Then this pre-natal nitwit
decides to do his Rockettes impression.
(all sigh with relief)
Before he was even born,
he ruined my life.
Yes, that involuntary pre-conscious reflex
I made in utero was unforgivable.
The point is, don't let your feelings
get in the way of winning.
They don't give out medals for being a loving wife.
Well, they should.
Well, they don't!
(barking)
(fussing)
(snoring and snorting)
(grunting)
(guzzling)
(jabbering)
Oh, wise guys, eh?
(slapping)
HOMER: Sweep, sweep.
Left, right, left, right, back and forth.
(humming)
Hmm?
Excuse me?
I think this fell off your hat.
Oh, thanks! That's Chilbert.
One of the four Winter Games mascots.
Would you like it? I've got doubles.
Thank you.
Just beware, collecting Olympic pins can be kind of addictive.
(chuckles) Come on, they're just pins.
(chuckling)
He does look lonely all by himself.
(gasps) Oh!
Buy us!
Buy us with money!
One Labatty, please.
(chuckling) Looks like we hooked another one.
(hoarse male voice): Please let me go back to the cruise ship.
I was Chief Purser.
Never! Now get back in character, Monsieur Wee Wee.
Someday I'll be the tall guy.
♪ ♪
All Dad needs to do is put his stone
inside that circle and they win.
Oh, my God, Dad threw too hard!
That stone is coming in like a rocket.
It's gotta be going four, maybe five miles an hour!
Someone needs to convert that kinetic energy back into potential.
(cheering)
Homie, we're going to Vancouver!
Pack your winter coat.
We're going to Canada's warmest city!
(raspy chanting)
Homer, who's that?
She used to be my therapist.
(beatboxing-like chant) (guttural chanting)
(chanting continues)
(chanting stops)
How can I ever thank you?
Pay your bill!
I couldn't hear the last thing you said!
Good-bye forever!
Bob Costas at the 2010 Vancouver Games.
For the Beijing Games, China picked famed director
Zhang Yimou to stage its Opening Ceremony.
Tonight, Canada turns to its most famous director:
Ivan Reitman, the man who brought us Ghostbusters.
ANNOUNCER (over PA): Who you gonna call?
Albania!
Who you gonna call?
Algeria!
Who you gonna call?
Argentina!
(wearily and hoarsely): Who you gonna call?
Zimbabwe.
And now, not competing but observing:
Who you gonna call?
Angola.
(drumroll, cheering)
BOB COSTAS: And now, in the Olympic spirit of peace and goodwill,
we release the Canadian dove,
the beaver!
(squeaking)
This was all preventable!
Hey, Lis, want to come with?
I'm snowboarding
with my new Canadian friend, Milhoose.
Hey, Bort, your sister's hotter than a Calgary brushfire.
Mind if I ask her oot?
Sorry, but I was planning
to stop by the Olympic Pin Center
to fill in a few small gaps in my collection.
You know, just to get me through the day.
She's as loony as a one-dollar coin.
Hey, hoser, want some Canadian Club?
Do I?!
Oh! Hoo-hoo!
(to tune of "Old MacDonald") ♪ Oh, a pork bao ♪
♪ A shrimp bao, everywhere a bao bao ♪
♪ Homer Simpson wins a gold, sliding rocks on ice, bao bao! ♪
Marge, we need to talk about your husband.
Oh, my favorite subject.
I'll go first. Isn't he cute?
A little.
But as an Olympic curler, he's dragging us down
like an anchor on a bag of toasters.
Hmm?
But Homer tries his best.
We know. That's why we're positive
he'll never get any better.
I had one Olympics ruined by a bald, drooling idiot,
but it's not gonna happen again.
I was not bald.
My fontanel was covered by lanugo.
Whatever.
We want Homer off the team.
Well, who made you the coach?
The hat makes me the coach.
Well, Homer's my soul mate, and you don't dump a soul mate.
Oh, my God, I'm holding back the team.
But our marriage is based on curling.
Oh, what am I gonna do?
Hmm...
Hmm...
Hmm...
Hmm.
Mm.
(gaping in awe)
(gasps)
Oh, my gosh.
It's the mascot from the 1924 games in Chamonix.
That's right.
It's Ennui, himself.
I must have him.
Um... can I have it on account?
On account of I want it?
(laughs)
You've heard that one, huh?
No, it's just not funny the first time.
But if you want to trade, I could take--
uh, oh, I don't know-- those pearls you're wearing.
My pearls?
These were a gift from my mom
when I could first read at a twelfth grade level.
You want to yak, or you want to trade?
(whimpers) Just take them.
(laughs)
(jazzy saxophone music)
I saw you grooving to the beat.
You got to pay for that.
Lis, what's going on?
You're not normally this interesting.
Nothing's going on.
Just sharing my music
with the good people of Vancouver.
A dime?!
What do you think I am-- a payphone from 1980?!
Are you sure you're okay?
I'm fine.
Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine.
What's that noise?
Your dress is covered with pins.
There is no dress.
It's just pins.
(crying)
Help me?
(explosion)
I like to warm up.
by sweeping behind the snack bar.
Boo yeah!
Well, no matter what you do,
it won't make up for Sir Slip-a-lot over there.
(grunting)
Uh-oh.
Yes, it will.
I'll just sweep harder than anyone's ever swept before.
Because without Homer, I'm a broom without a stone.
No use for anything.
Wow. That's love, Seymour.
I'm glad you saw it once before you died.
BOB COSTAS: If Homer Simpson doesn't land this stone in center house,
the only gold they'll be going home with
is Lisa's pin collection.
That tidbit courtesy
of our highly paid intern, Tom Brokaw.
I love to learn about Lisa.
COSTAS: Oh, my, that delivery has less juice than Sunny Delight.
(audience sighing)
Marge Simpson is sweeping fast and clean,
but it won't be enough.
I've never seen this before.
Marge Simpson is trying to restart a stone.
She did it!
She pulled off an impossible move,
just like the time I shaved off Larry Bird's moustache
while he was napping.
(soft grunting)
Aah!
(cheering)
Team U.S.A. heads to the Gold Medal Match.
But wait a minute.
Marge Simpson looks hurt.
This is the sort of bittersweet melodrama
Olympic coverage feeds on.
I admit it.
We're vampires who suck on shattered dreams.
That's my Marge!
Hold on a sec.
Marge, let me look at that shoulder.
(winces) Hmm. Sorry, but
I'm afraid she'll never curl again.
That looks like the end of team USA's dream.
It appears team Sweden will clinch the gold,
and they are over the moon with joy.
Joy is but the shadow pain casts.
(grunting and grumbling)
Can I help you with that?
I'll do it myself.
When we do things together,
they always turn out badly... for me.
Ooh, you're hot when you're ***.
I'm not ***. I'm mad.
Ooh, you're mad when you're angry.
(angry grunt)
Marge, you're really good with your left hand.
I should be. I'm left-handed.
I've been using my right hand all these years
'cause I didn't want to seem unusual in any way.
Hmm.
Lisa, I know everything about addiction
that you can learn from watching Dad.
The first thing you have to do is get clean,
so give me your pins.
All of 'em. What is this, tough love?
Uh, it's a little more like soft hate.
I said, all of them.
(sighs) Oh.
And now, just put your pearls back on,
and we'll go get some coffee.
It's not that easy, Bart.
I...
traded away my pearls.
Oh. (cries)
Without them, I'm just a big Maggie.
(sobbing)
What'll you take for the pearls?
Nothing you got, Junior.
Really?
Not even this first-ever pin
from the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi, Russia?
His name is Fatov.
He represents the Russian spirit of sloth and alcoholism.
Ah. Fatov.
("Lara's Theme" from Dr. Zhivago plays)
All for you.
(laughs)
We'll return to sudden-death overtime
in the gold medal hockey game
between Russia and the U.S. in a moment,
but first, the Forfeiture-signing Ceremony,
where the injury-stricken U.S. mixed curling team
is about to concede its chance at gold to Sweden.
Team Captain Seymour Skinner is preparing to sign.
There's been some question
as to whether he'll use his middle name.
I guess we're about to find out.
Okay, here comes the pen.
The ink appears to be blue.
No surrender!
Let's give the Olympics a miracle.
But this time, on ice.
(cheering)
Oh, look at that broom work.
Ah, they shouldn't be playing Quidditch at all.
Not while four of the seven horcruxes are still unfound.
Sacre bleu.
Sacred blue.
It's okay, son.
You did your best.
Really, Mother? Y-You mean that?
I do.
Before now, I never knew a mother could love her child.
Win or lose, I'm taking you out for pizza and ice cream,
and we can sit at the same table.
(happy grunt)
COSTAS: The U.S.A. has won Demonstration Gold.
Our first and only medals of these entire Olympics.
Kids, open your history books, tear out the pages
and put this indelible Olympic moment in.
U.S.A.! U.S.A.!
Oops.
(crowd cheering)
(The "Star-Spangled Banner" plays)
How's this for a date night?
Wonderful, Homie.
Take that, Sweden!
Tell me how my ice tastes.
(Russian Dance from "Nutcracker Suite" plays)
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