All language subtitles for the simpsons s33e06.A Serious Flanders.eng

A greedy man once yearned for more,

so the fool began to borrow.

He ate and drank and told the bank,

"I'll pay the debt tomorrow."

But as both dolt and purse grew fat,

the calendar grew thinner.

The debt collector had enough

and hungered for his dinner.

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The coward ran, with coin in hand,

but come dawn, lost his breath.

The fool was caught,

'twas all for naught,

for the collector's name was Death.

Heck of a poem there, fella.

I just caught the tail end.

You got any more chilling
verses in that book of yours?

Oh, this isn't a poetry book,
cowboy-man.

This is a ledger of debts.

Debts to be paid in money or blood,

and lately, Venmo.

I've been sent to collect in blood.

Don't do this!

I have a wife and two young mistresses,

also a secret other wife.

Please, I'm a good man.

A good man!

In my experience, Mr. Texan...

...there's no such thing as a good man.

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♪ There were ninety and
nine that safely lay ♪

- ♪ In the shelter of the fold ♪
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- ♪ Of the fold ♪
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- ♪ But one was out on the hills away ♪
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- ♪ Far off from the gates of gold ♪
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♪ Gates of gold ♪

- ♪ Away on the mountain wild and bare ♪
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- ♪ Away from the tender shepherd's care. ♪
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Mm, as pristine as the Garden of Eden

before Eve came along.

Homer Simpson?

I didn't know you were a
fellow volunteer Litter Gitter?

No, I'm doing community service

'cause of where I told the judge
to shove some parking tickets.

Well, sir, I guess your punishment

is my predilection to do good.

Oh, Flanders,
you do so much for the town,

yet no one ever appreciates you for it.

Why, thank you, Homer.

Not a compliment. Saying you're dumb.

Shucks!

Gosh! Ah!

Honey, ooh, mustard!

Hey, that's a strange place
to check your bag-a-rino.

Dear Lord.

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap,

crap! Oof!

I saw you fell,

so I rushed over to laugh at you,
then...

Aw, it's always been my
dream to find a bag of money.

You stole my dream.

You know,
I'd say it's all a part of God's plan,

but usually that only applies
to horrible tragedies.

Aw, a do-gooder like you
finding this money

is proof that karma is real, which sucks

'cause now I can't club you
over the head and take it.

Aw, thanks, neighbor.

$173,296.

We should get a huge terrarium
with like a million turtles.

No, we should get a speedboat
with bunk beds on it.

- Turtles.
- Bunk-boat.

- Turtles!
- Bunk-boat!

I wish your great-grandfather,

Paw Paw Flanders,
was still here to guide us.

He was the finest man I ever knew.

Pouch of chewing tobacco for myself

and a pouch of candy
tobacco for my grandson.

Paw Paw, that man stole a loaf of bread.

It's under his T-shirt that says...

Linda Ronstadt.

Stay here, Neddy.

Afternoon, mop top.

Yeah?

Here's some "bread" for your bread,

my countercultural friend.

- Have a good one.
- Death to pigs, except you, man.

Gee, Paw Paw, why didn't you arrest him?

Neddy, when I was growing up
at the orphanage,

the nuns taught us one thing:

the harder the good, the better the man.

Boys, I know just what to do.

Oh, my gosh.

In all my years of
orphanagereal management,

I've never seen a
donation this generous.

The town's gonna go ape over bananas

when it hears all about your generosity.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

I always donate anonymously.

"When thou doest thine alms..."

"Do not sound a trumpet before thee."

Matthew 6:2.

Aw, but wouldn't you like some accolades

and attaboys for being
such an upstanding fella?

Oh, I don't do good deeds
for recognition.

That's why no one ever gives it to me.

Hold on.

What if you donated that money
in the name of someone special?

I could honor my Paw Paw.

Oh, see? Nothing prideful about that.

Now, what's the name
of the saintly fella

you'd like to give all the credit to?

Ned Flanders.

Uh, the First.

Ned's number one!

Ned's number one!

Paw Paw was technically Ned number one,

so that chant's okay with me.

So, how does it feel to be the
most beloved man in Springfield?

You mean, the grandson of?

It feels darn-diddly good.

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I love a pomegranate.

Its juices remind me of the
bloody profession I've chosen.

No, I agree, it's not subtle.

Anyhoo, the Rich Texan account
has been balanced,

and I'll be bringing you the proof.

No, not the whole head.

They only let you have
one bag on United.

An anonymous do-gooder donated
a fortune to a local orphanage,

money found in an old Pan Am bag.

A grand total of $173,296.

I'm staying in Springfield.

I have a very old,
very personal debt to collect.

I spoke to the generous donor,
who insisted on anonymity.

It feels darn-diddly good.

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Good day to you, shopkeep.

Quite the collection of
funny books you have here.

Wonder if you could help us.

Looking for a local fella,
name of Flanders.

Do I look like the town's
information kiosk to you?

It is much smaller than I.

Hit the bricks, Lucky Charms.

I like a good joke.

But my partner?

- She's not quite as jovial.
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Now, where's this Flanders chap?

Ooh, locking the door as
a means of intimidation.

How original.

The silent but violent accomplice,

another overworked cliché.

Correction, French accomplice.

An unexpected yet still
underwhelming twist.

Two stars.

Just point us towards Ned Flanders,

and Colette won't have to spoil

this lovely morning we're having.

Mando!

Stop, stop!
I don't know where Flanders lives,

but you can always find him at
the First Church of Springfield.

Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?

I'll let you get back to your
Heathcliffs and your Garfields.

I only like the cat ones.

Um, two thugs just manhandled
me in the collectibles.

Why the hell am
I paying you for protection?

If another outfit is
moving in on my town,

then appropriate violence will be taken.

Bye, now.

Mr. Flanders, it's an honor

to live next door to
such a generous man.

Baller move, Ned.

You splashed the cash on some no-dads,

and now you're the top God-wad. Respect.

Well, I can't accept your praise,

as that donation wasn't in my name.

Oh, you heard him, kids.
Take back your praise.

Anonymous Boy Scout Superman

doesn't want any hugs or handshakes

or little pats on the head.

Well, I wasn't trying to...

Um, oops.

I forgot my Bible inside. Bye.

Uh, pardon me, sir.

I believe that's my good
book you're giving a look.

"Ned Flanders."

Used to be a man had to die

to get his name printed in his Bible.

Eh, guess I saved someone the trouble.

Hey, haven't seen you
in our church before.

Are you new to the pew?

I am a debt collector by trade,

and this ledger is my "good book."

I only have one unbalanced debt,
my very first.

It's like having a tickle
in my nose for 50 years

but never getting to sneeze.

That's the same amount I...

This is now your debt to me.

Uncle Neddy!

Barb, am I glad to see you.

You know, I was just talking to...

He's gone.

No, I'm not.

I started to hide,
but I couldn't find any good places.

I'll see you later.

That was the most
terrifying man I ever met.

Yup, he's an odd duck, all right.

Say, I'm glad I found you.

The Springfield Winter
Markets are opening tonight,

and I was pondering if you
wanted to come with.

To chaperone the kids?

To chaperone me.

Like a date.

Ooh!

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Get out of town. You? A javelin thrower?

Oh, yeah. I would've qualified

for the Pine City Junior
Throwlympics, but,

you know,
that was the year the good Lord

thought to bless me
with my top shelf here.

I hated to hang up my javelin clogs,

but luckily I discovered
my true passion:

parentless children.

Barb Belfry,
at the risk of sounding crass,

I... I think you're swell.

Cute couple alert.

So cute, so cute!

Some arm candy for Flandy.

Whoop-de-do.

Uh, you've had a little too much eggnog.

Nog just gives voice to truth.

That's right, neighborino.

I'm onto you.

When you bought all the orphans in town,

I thought you were a fool,

but now I see what you
really did with that money:

buy the love and admiration
of all these suckers.

Boo!

All right, noggy,
into the drunk rink with you.

Go slip it off.

I've never been so humiliated
at a seasonal market.

How can someone else's
generosity make you angry?

Mm, because that money
should've been mine!

I fall down inclines all the time,

and all I ever get is
concussionezzezzezzezzes...

zzezzes.

Wow. I can't believe I'm married

to the most selfish man in the world.

How come every song you play

has to be so kooky and obscure?

Just for once,
I wouldn't mind a little Taylor Swift

before we commit an atrocity.

It's right here.

Relax. I remember it.

Evergreen Terrace.

740... something.

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Hmm?

What do you got there, boy?

Drop it, boy. Drop it.

Doggy man face.

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Nighty night, Mr. Flanders.

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Well, as the picture frame
said to the level,

that was quite an even-ing.

Oh, this was the best night I've had

in a month of Sundays.

Barb, if I were to kiss you right now,

would, uh, would that be all right?

Golly, it sure would.

Hot dog!

Well, bye.

Ned, would you like to come
in and see my javelin medals?

- Oh, yeah. Oh, you betcha.
- Diddly.

- That's the business.
- Doodly.

- Oh, good golly, Miss Molly.
- Great golly.

Right in the kisser. Oh, yeah.

Is that... is that Sideshow Mel?

You must be a real fan.

Well, I used to be.

He's your husband?

Well, technically,
but don't you worry, hon.

We got an arrangement, me and Mel.

What?!

I get to have my extracurriculars

and, uh, so does he.

Well, he tries, anyway.
Aw, bless his heart.

Oh, Lordy, I'm an adulterer.

Don't mind me. Just rebooting the Wi-Fi.

Gah, the cuckold!

Oh, come on, Mel.
You knew I had the living room tonight.

Check the darn schedule.

Don't worry about him.

He can turn his video game up real loud.

Barb Belfry, this diddly-daliance

is doodily-done.

Another Craigslist winner?

Oh, shut up, Mel.

Your prized piggy,

Mr. Ned Flanders.

This is not Ned Flanders.

W-Well, sure it is.

Why, look at his credit cards,

his medic alert bracelet,

the tag on his suspiciously
tight undershirt.

They-they all say Ned Flanders.

Stupid Flanders, getting me kidnapped.

You've brought me the wrong man!

Okay, okay, I'll just get rid of him.

Don't kill him.

- Yet.
- It's your lucky day, big boy.

I hope you like HGTV.

This one loves the Property Brothers.

Giant charmless goons.

Oh, Lord, seems like
everything's gone screwy

ever since I donated
that money in my name...

I mean, in, uh, Paw Paw's name.

Oh, are you punishing me for one small,

possibly prideful moment?

- God?
- Not quite, church chum,

but another friend of
yours is on the line.

Flanders, you got to save me.

This guy's way too weird
not to be dangerous.

He doesn't even look at
his phone when he's bored.

He's not human, I tell you.

You've got 24 hours to get me my money,

or I'll take out his tonsils
with a power drill.

No cops.

Ned, Homer's missing.

I just found the back door open,
his car's in the garage,

and the dog looks really
queasy for some reason.

The last thing I said to Homer

was that he was the most
selfish man in the world.

Do you think I should call the police?

Oh, no.
If she calls the police, Homer's dead.

If I want to save his life,
I have to... tell a lie.

Uh, H-Homer, uh, uh,
stopped by here last night

and apologized for being a jerk to me,

and-and, uh, you know,
then he hopped on a bus

to Shelbyville for a-a-a three-day

anger management course
at the Airport, uh,

Hyatt-Hyatt Express.

That doesn't sound like Homer.

Are you calling me a liar?!

No, but if anyone other
than you told me that story,

I'd be a little suspicious.

Oh, you got to believe old Honest Ned.

Anyway, I'm, uh, late for my, uh...
hormone therapy.

Bye, now. No cops.

Something about this
just doesn't feel right.

Ah, donut and a fried egg.

You, stranger,
are a man of circular tastes.

On the subject of circles,
some associates of yours

roughed up a rotund gentleman
under my protection,

and now I am irate.

Hmm.

Did you ever hear the parable
of Lucifer and the millipede?

One day, a tiny millipede...

Get the hell out of my town, or else!

Excuse me. Have you seen this man?

Sure, that's the hobo

that eats the day-olds
out of our dumpster.

Haven't seen him today, though.

You just ate your last cigar, old man.

Ah, coffee.

Exactly how I like it,

scalding hot!

Ah! But you said hot.

Hot!

Gun!

What the...

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!

Stayin'...

You should've let me finish my parable!

Ahoy-hoy.

Huh?

Uh...

Why are you dipping my face in dough?

Why are you kneading my face
into an "O" shape?

Why are you pushing my face
toward the deep fryer?

Oh, I see. Clever.

Madam.

Homer. Oh, no.

Hands up. This is totally...

Oh, God! My God!

What the hell happened?!

Oh, Mafia guys! Headless dude!

Oh, Disco Man!

I need some water.

Oh! His face is a donut!

That is so messed-up.

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Shh!

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