The Simpsons s13e13 Episode Script

The Old Man and the Key

(SINGING) The Simpsons (TIRES SCREECHING) D'oh! (SCREAMS) (BRAKES SCREECHING) What the (CHUCKLING) Honey, I've got some bad news for you.
Not now, Marge.
I'm waiting for the new XFL season! Who will win this year's million-dollar game? Who? Who? Honey.
The "X" is for "Extreme.
" There is no XFL this year.
The league folded.
(EXCLAIMS) Who told you? Last year's MVP.
He sweeps up toenails at the beauty parlor.
This is the Springfield Retirement Castle.
Your parent ABE'S RECORDED VOICE: Abraham Simpson.
is dead.
Oh, my God! He died from Complications of a medical nature.
The nursing home was not responsible.
Homer, your father's dead.
(CRYING) And he never even lived to be a vegetable.
(CRYING) I'm really gonna miss him.
(SNIFFING) It's Grampa's smell.
(BART READING) Oh, my dad never even knew how I felt about him.
But you were very open with your feelings.
Sure, I said I loved him, but never that I was in love with him.
(CONTINUES CRYING) ABE: What are you crying about? You don't have to live here.
Dad! Grampa! Grampa! Stop it! You're stretching out my skin.
(GRUNTS) What's got into you punks? The home told us you were dead.
Me? I ain't dead.
It was Stamson down the hall.
So much for Mr.
I Can Button My Own Shirt.
We've got what people never get.
A second chance.
Yeah, there's so many things we can Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
We'll call you or send you some fruit.
Look, Grampa.
You're already getting a new neighbor.
I'm Zelda.
I put the "ass" in assisted living.
Holy mac (CHUCKLES) Abe Simpson's the name, and now that you're here, I'm changing my instructions to "do resuscitate.
" Now, let me show you around.
Over there are the preppies (GULPING) And over there's the comatose, and the cool comatose.
Hey, who's the tall drink of Maalox? Are you young ladies here to visit your mothers? (ALL GIGGLING) Eh, that's Zack.
He's as smooth as a 50-year-old behind.
Who wants to go get some sweet corn in my minivan? (ALL GASPING) It's got a wheelchair lift.
(ALL EXCLAIM) (ALL BREATHING HEAVILY) If you can drive, they're all over you.
I used to drive, but they pulled my license.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING) Is this the Dairy Queen? (MOANING) But Zelda, if you're looking for something with a big backseat and a lot of gas, I'm your man.
Oh! You've never heard Garrison Keillor till you've heard him through five speakers.
BART: B-6.
You sunk my Scrabbleship.
This game makes no sense.
Tell that to the good men who just lost their lives.
Semper Fi.
I want to drive again! You? No way! It's too dangerous.
Well, you're no angel behind the wheel.
What about your DUI? That was a DWI! Give Grampa a chance.
Statistics show that old people drive at least as well as sleep-deprived apes.
Please, Son.
Driving is my last chance to feel alive.
Well, you brought me into this world, so no! Fine.
I'm dead.
Dad, get up.
No, I'm dead.
Grampa, come on.
Dead! Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead! All right, Grampa.
I'll help you get your license back.
Woo-hoo! And I want driving gloves.
No way! Dead, dead, dead, dead! First of all, I'd like to ask if anyone has any questions.
Where's the men's room? It's down the hall.
Now, let's pretend that we're going for a drive.
That looks like a nice place to eat.
Carla's daughter works in that building.
You know, it's kind of ironic.
These old people are being kept alive by the organs of the young people they ran over.
Makes you think, huh, Chief? Not really.
PATTY: Next! Grampa's here to get his driver's license.
Look at the eye chart and cover your left eye.
That's my seeing eye.
The right one's my winking eye.
(CHUCKLING) I'll give you your license if you never do that again.
Oh, everything's the last time I do everything.
Can't you just use this recent photo? Mmm.
(GRUNTS) All right.
Here you go.
Woo-hoo! Who's laughing now? (LAUGHING) Shut up! (SLURPING) (SCATTING) What's the scoop, milkshakes? I got me a date with Zelda, so I need the car.
Oh, no.
I'm not giving you my car.
You'd probably drive it.
You don't trust your old man? You ungrateful milkshake.
Why don't we double-date? Then the restaurant will have to give us that booth.
Wow, a booth.
If I'm tired, I can just lie down.
(BRAKES SCREECHING) Cut it out! I can work the brake myself.
No, you can't.
(BRAKES SCREECHING) You're slow to react, Dad.
Baloney! (WHOOPS) This is the best party of my life.
Bro, you tapped the septic tank.
Dude sure got his comeuppance.
(LAUGHING) In real life, he would die.
(MOANING) Oh, Abe.
Oh, Zelda.
(GRUNTS IN DISGUST) Hey, watch the movie.
Movies were better in our day.
For a nickel you got two movies, a cartoon, a bag of popcorn and a whipping.
Kept your mind on your business.
Hop in, beautiful.
(HUMMING) (SHARP DRESSED MAN PLAYING) 'Cause every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man Now, there's a few things I want to say to you, Zelda.
Save your breath.
Well, I gotta do something before the Viagra kicks in.
I know.
I'll suck my teeth.
(SUCKING NOISILY) Whoa! Here we go.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) (HUMMING) Give me those keys! Do you have any idea what you put us through? I called the police, the hospital, my bookie, the kennel Okay, this isn't about who I called.
See you later.
I'm going to the library.
Lisa gets to do what she wants and you don't yell at her.
Hey, I've earned their trust.
Oh! Everybody trusts Lisa.
Precious little Lisa.
Apple of her daddy's eye.
Lisa doesn't borrow my car and stay out all night with some hoochie.
(GASPS) She's no hoochie.
Her name is Zelda and she understands me.
Grampa, I gotta tell you, she's a stone-cold hoochie.
Straight up, Marge.
That hoochie only likes you because you can drive.
Shut up! You don't know her! Zelda loves me! I hate this house! (BIG BAND MUSIC BLARING) Turn that down! You call that music? (MUSIC STOPS) I just don't know what to do.
He used to be such an angel.
Maybe you should give him another chance.
He's gotta learn, Marge.
The way my dad made me learn.
He is your dad.
Hey, Abe, what are you doing here? We heard you lost your driving privileges.
Well, for your information, I can still drive to the store, but I have to be back in five minutes with these things for the baby.
Oh, Gentlemen, the new scratch-and-win tickets are out today.
I'll take one, Achu.
No, not "chu," "pu.
" I got troubles with both.
(ALL SCRATCHING) Finally the shakes are working for me.
Pardon me, sir.
Your scrapings have landed on my jacket from Planet Hollywood, Orlando.
So, what if it did? So, it is very thoughtless.
I should cut you like I cut sodium out of my diet.
You don't scare me with your dignity and your subtle cologne.
Then perhaps you should be taught a lesson by us, Los Souvenir Jacquitos! Bring it on.
Please, gentlemen.
Violence is not the answer.
Then what is? Some sort of death race? That's what I would do.
Very well, Viejo.
You shall have your death race.
(STAMMERING) Death race? And another thing.
No death races.
Oh, I better not.
(TAUNTING) Fine! I'll meet you at the abandoned aqueduct.
For the death race? Yes, the death race.
All right, seniors and señores, whichever car makes it through that tunnel first is the winner.
But it's only big enough for one car.
What are you scared of, old man? Everything.
Dogs, Dutchmen, the gathering darkness.
All right.
When I yank down my girlfriend's tube top, the race will begin.
What? I'm just trying to bring you into my world.
(SIGHING) Just go.
Then I burn with her, for I would rather die than have people not know what stores I have been to.
(ALL CHEERING) Whoo-hoo! We're the baddest punks in our age bracket! (ALL SCREAMING) (ALL COUGHING) (BIRDS SQUAWKING) My beard.
I broke my beard.
(GRUNTS) Oh, my God! We can't let Homer know.
Simpson, you are never driving again! Ever! (GROANS) I can't believe I cracked up my only set of wheels.
(CLANGING) Go home! Put on a smile, high-pants.
I've got a surprise for you.
I've booked us a room for the weekend in Branson, Missouri.
The Gritz Carlton Hotel.
Oh! That's great, but there's a slight hitch.
You see, I'm temporarily between cars.
(GASPS) But we don't need anything to have fun but ourselves.
(SINGING) Give me that old time fun Give me that old time fun Give me that old time fun The kind where we stay home Zelda, may I offer you a lift? No! Don't feel bad, Abe.
I'll always think of you as my friend without a car.
Don't go, Zelda! I love you! Zelda, I'm gonna make you forget about your grandchildren.
Oh, what'll I do? (CLEARING THROAT) Hey, Grampa.
Stealing Mom's car? Yeah, it's the only way to win back Zelda.
And if I go to prison, I'll get better food and more hugs.
Uh, it's actually blue wire to yellow wire.
It is? (ENGINE STARTING) Hot diggety Dodge! Next stop, Branson, Missouri! Can I tag along? Sure, why not? School ain't helping you.
(BORN TO BE WILD PLAYING) Born to be wild Oh, I hate this hippie crap.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: And now, WOMB, warm and safe radio, takes you back to the golden age of radio theater.
ANNOUNCER 2: It's The Itchy and Scratchy Hour, presented by Hansen's Moustache Wax, the moustache wax Hitler doesn't use.
(SINGING) They Fight, and Bite They Fight and Fight and Bite Fight, fight, fight, bite, bite, bite The Itchy and Scratchy Show ANNOUNCER 2: As we join tonight's adventure, we find Itchy at the counter of his butcher shop.
(APPLAUSE) (SCRATCHY EXCLAIMING) SCRATCHY: You're crushing my head! (BOTH LAUGHING) During the war, Eleanor Roosevelt was the voice of Scratchy.
The lady knows funny.
First he wrecks your car, then he steals mine.
Your father's out of control.
Oh, sure, when he does something bad, he's my father.
He must've dropped this.
(MARGE READING) We've gotta go after them! But how? Branson is a thousand miles away, and we've got no car.
(BUS HONKING) Oh! That was lucky.
Come on, boys.
(BOYS CHEERING) Uh, we'll wait for the next one.
(BRAKES SCREECHING) What are those, Grampa? These are hobo signs.
They're to tell other hobos if a place is friendly or not.
That one means good vittles.
Sexy daughter.
Mass hobo grave in cellar.
Branson, Missouri.
No, pally.
This is Bronson, Missouri.
Well, how do we get to Branson? Number 10 bus.
Hey, Ma, how about some cookies? No dice.
This ain't over.
(GASPING) There it is! ABE: That's the glitziest "Welcome To" sign ever! (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) Whoa! Okay, keep an eye peeled for Zelda.
Is that her? No.
Is that her? No.
Is that her? No.
Is that her? No! Wait.
It was the second one.
(TIRES SCREECHING) Zelda, baby, it's me! Two seniors, please.
Oh, no! He's taking her to the hottest matinee in town.
Come on, boy.
After them! (OMINOUS CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING) (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) (SINGING) Remember the stars you loved yesterday Where did they go? Did they all pass away? Was it drugs or a car crash Or facelift gone wrong? No, they're right here in Branson And singing this song My name is Charo I shake my maracas Remember me, fool? I was B.
Baracus We're the performers You thought were dead Like Bonnie Franklin and Adrian Zmed Branson's the place We can always be found They took Nick at Nite And made it a town You can call me Ray Or you can call me Jay Just don't call me washed up I do three shows a day Charlie Callas doesn't sleep in the ground Yes, I'm still alive And I'm making my sounds (VOCALIZING) So sit back, relax And watch our revue In Soviet Union Revue watches you Tennessee Ernie Ford? Now, I know you're dead.
You just think I'm dead.
No, you're dead.
I was your biggest fan.
Look, I clipped your obituary.
(GASPS) Let's take a quick gambling break.
A little action will really sharpen our senses.
Mom, there's no gambling in Branson.
It was designed as a family destination.
Oh, no, there's gambling.
We just have to find it! Look, Mom, it's your car.
Grampa and Bart must be in that theater.
Bet you they're not.
Three to one.
How much you got? Mom, you're hurting me.
Grampa, look over there.
It's Captain Bringdown and The Buzzkillers.
If you're gonna make your move, you better do it quick.
Mmm Wait! Stop the music! (MUSIC STOPS) A-ha! Oh! It's Grampa! Munster? No, Simpson.
Oh, darn, darn, darn! I've driven hundreds of miles to say something very special to someone in this audience tonight.
ALL: Aw! Huh? Zelda, will you come up here? (AUDIENCE APPLAUDING) Drive me, Abe.
Drive me.
I just want to say we're through! Nobody dumps Abe Simpson.
You're nothing but a hoochie.
Hoochie, hoochie, hoochie! ALL: (CHANTING) Hoochie, hoochie, hoochie! Hoochie, hoochie, hoochie! (EXCLAIMING) Now I'd like my son to come up here.
(AUDIENCE CHEERING) (AUDIENCE WHISTLING) Son, can you forgive an old fool? Only in public.
BOTH: Oh! AUDIENCE: Aw! Now, let's go home.
In Russia, stage is for performers only.
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