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Life on the Fast Lane |
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- (Bart and Lisa object about which birthday present Marge likes better.)
- Bart: She likes mine better.
- Lisa: Oh yeah? Then how come she's not wearing any of your perfume?
- Bart: Oh yeah, Hey mom? Why aren't you wearing any of the perfume?
- Marge: Erm, I was saving it... for a special occasion.
- Bart: What the hell are you talkin' about? There's gallons of it!
- Homer: Bart!
- Marge: Well, this day is already so special, that if we made it any more special, we might end up making it less special.
- Bart: Ahh, gotcha. Told you she likes mine better.
- Lisa: Oh, brother.
- Homer: Hold on, hold on now. Your mother hasn't opened my present yet.
- Waiters: (singing to Marge) Happy birthday to you/Happy birthday to you/Happy 34th birthday Mrs. Homer Simpson/Happy birthday to-o-o-o yo-o-o-o-ou
- [As Homer present his wife her present, the bottom of the present gives way revealing a bowling ball that falls on her birthday cake. Everyone is surprised except for Patty and Selma who realize that Homer has been thoughtless as usual]
- Homer: Don't worry, this frosting will come right off.
- [Homer is looking at the ball, while Marge is furious with him for getting her another thoughtless gift.]
- Homer: Beauty, isn't she?
- Marge: Well, it's hard for me to judge, since I never bowled in my life!
- Homer: Well, if you don't want it, I know someone who does.
- [Marge huffs out a surviving candle, extremely outraged with Homer once again for ruining her birthday.]
- Jacques: It is nice to meet you.... (looks at name engraved on her ball) Homer.
- Marge: Oh, no, no. Homer's my ball's name. I'm Marge.
- (it is shown on a projection screen with Jacques surveying her fingers)
- Jacques: Your fingers are so slender, so feminine. They're far too tapered for the ball you're using. You need something lighter. More delicate. Here. Use my ball.
- Marge: No. No, thank you, Mr., um, (looks at name engraved on his ball) Brunswick.
- Jacques: Call me Jacques.
- Marge: Jacques.
- Jacques: Marge.
- (Marge bowls a strike with Jacques' instruction.)
- Marge: You're a very good teacher.
- Jacques: Yes, I am a very good teacher, and I can teach you everything. I can tell you what the little arrows on the wood floor mean, which frame is the beer frame. I bet you don't know how to make a five-seven-ten split. Do you Marge?
- Marge: Hmmm, no.
- Jacques: Well, first of all, you yell, "The eight-pin is a cop!"
- [Marge starts laughing]
- Jacques: Let it out, Marge. Laugh loud.
- [Marge does so]
- Jacques: Laugh out loud, you'll lose weight.
- Marge: Oh, that's very funny.
- Jacques: Feels good.
- Marge: Gee, I didn't realise there was so much to this game. What do you charge for lessons?
- Jacques: $25.
- Marge Simpson: [a bit taken aback] $25?
- Jacques: It's a $40 value.
- Marge: Well, alright. When do we start?
- Jacques: [leans in seductively] We have already begun.
- (last lines; complete with a "An Officer And A Gentleman" referenced ending)
- Homer: Uh, huh? Hmm? Marge! What a lovely surprise! You're here to see me, right?
- Marge: Of course!
- (hugs Homer; Homer carries her in his arms; Homer's coworkers cheer)
- Lenny: Hey! Way to go, Homer! Way to go!
- Power Plant Employee: Hey, what do I tell the boss?
- Homer: Tell him I'm going to the back seat of my car with the woman I love, and I won't be back for ten minutes!