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When Marge, Lisa and Bart find out how hard Homer struggles to keep a roof over their heads, they enrol him in a Rock and Roll fantasy camp to relax at for a week.

The satiric adventures of a working-class family in the misfit city of Springfield.

Primary Title
  • The Simpsons
Date Broadcast
  • Thursday 10 November 2016
Start Time
  • 18 : 00
Finish Time
  • 18 : 30
Duration
  • 30:00
Series
  • 14
Episode
  • 2
Channel
  • TVNZ 2
Broadcaster
  • Television New Zealand
Programme Description
  • The satiric adventures of a working-class family in the misfit city of Springfield.
Episode Description
  • When Marge, Lisa and Bart find out how hard Homer struggles to keep a roof over their heads, they enrol him in a Rock and Roll fantasy camp to relax at for a week.
Classification
  • G
Owning Collection
  • Chapman Archive
Broadcast Platform
  • Television
Languages
  • English
Captioning Languages
  • English
Captions
Live Broadcast
  • No
Rights Statement
  • Made for the University of Auckland's educational use as permitted by the Screenrights Licensing Agreement.
Subjects
  • Television programs--United States
Genres
  • Animation
  • Comedy
But there's lots of other fun instruments, like bass! Doh! Arrgh! Hi, Moe. Got any beer? Sure, check in the fridge. Wait a minute, I'm at work. You got to pay for it. What the... ? Where's my money? What? Oh. Sorry, Homer. So, you're going to let me walk out of here sober? Yeah, I'm afraid so. And you can live with that? Ya-ha. Fine. There are plenty of other ways for me to alter my consciousness. ENGINE ROARS TYRES SQUEAL (Inhaling) Oh, yeah. Mmm... Are you going to buy those toads or just lick 'em? Lick 'em. Go away. (Sighs) Thanks for the donation, Mr Simpson. Do you feel okay? Jewish? Oh, no, I'm not Jewish. (Giggling) When Moe sees how wasted I got without him he's going to plotst. You wouldn't serve Homer just 'cause he didn't have money? What happened to you, Moe? You used to be about the booze. Ah, yeah. I guess I got caught up in all the glitz and glamour. (Squeaking) (Humming) Well, Mo. Homer, I'm so sorry. Have a free beer. Oh. (Slurping) (Slurring): Ah, I don't care about the colour of your skin, Lenny. (Crying): You're my friend. Man, I've never seen anybody get loaded so fast. Homer, can you say the alphabet backwards? Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you, you... ? Hey, I'm worried. I've had just about enough of you. Oh, yeah?! Uh-uh. Aw, rats. I'm out of here. Hey, we can't let our friend drive like this. I'm liable here. (Growling) Get his keys. Hey! Whoa! Whoo! Hey, you want my keys? WATER SPLASHES Get 'em now, jerks. (Laughing) So long, jerks! (Laughs) (Imitating car engine) Running after the car, huh? Let's see if you can follow this. (Imitating tyre squeal) Oh, that's it. (Whistles) (Humming) TYRES SQUEAL DRIVER: Where to, pal? Moe's Tavern. Good morning, everybody. (Smooch) What's for breakfast, cutie? Homie, it's 5:00 p.m. We're having dinner. What? Wait, that can't be right. Wait, was last night the night we set the clocks ahead eight hours? Nope, it was the night you got loaded at Moe's and the car had to be towed home. If I was that drunk, I would remember it. It's true. I couldn't even wake you up for work this morning. I had to tell Mr Burns you had violent diarrhoea. Oh, couldn't you come up with a less embarrassing lie? But you did have violent diarrhoea. Nobody open the hallway closet until I say it's okay. (Both shuddering) Do you remember how you got home last night, Dad? Well, of course. It was, uh, some kind of a light rail. There's no light rail in Springfield. Oh, won't anyone pretend to believe me? I will, Dad. And that's why you're my favourite. Hmm. All right, time for my favourite show. ANNOUNCER: MTC: Monkey Trauma Center will not be seen tonight... (Groaning) ...so we may proudly present this much cheaper show. (Woman's sultry voice): Taxicab Conversations. Hey, I read about this show in Teen Modern Maturity. They film passengers with hidden cameras and catch them at their most uninhibited. That explains that. THROBBING MUSIC (Humming) TYRES SQUEAL Looks like somebody got down tonight. Disco Stu always gets down, baby! 'Cause when the beat is hot, the... (Sighs) Hey, can you keep a secret? What is it, hon? I hate disco. It's all I've talked about for so long that people think I'm a one-note guy. (Sighs) It's just getting harder, you know? I had no idea Disco Stu was so complex. How you doing? Talky thing, ain't ya? Another proud moment for the Simpsons. I don't remember anybody telling me I was going to be on TV. (Slurping) So, what do you do for a living? Aw, you know, I'm a guy at a place. How'd you get such a crappy job? You a convict or a junkie? Little of both. You got a family? Oh, yeah; wife and two or three kids. Can't imagine my life without 'em. Oh, you big fooler-- pretending not to remember so you could surprise us. (Nervous laugh): Uh, yeah. Pretty great. At the end of a hard day, there's no better feeling than coming home to the people that you love. Oh, Homie. That is so sweet. I had no idea, Dad. I just assumed with all the stranglings... you know. That my family isn't the centre of my universe? Are you nuts? Then there's those other days where you just wish you'd never got married or had kids. Hmm? One minute you're a carefree teenager with dreams of being a rock star or a photographer for Playboy then, bam-- some babe gets her claws in you. (Gasps) And, boom-- you got a bunch of kids that always needs love. (Gasping) So, whammo-- you get stuck in some boring job where they don't let you play guitar or take pictures of naked women. And all you can do is watch yourself get bald and fat and kiss your dreams goodbye. (Snoring) I can't believe they took Monkey Trauma Center off for this. Hi, Moe. Got any beer? . (Snoring) Lousy family... So, I'm just some babe who sank her claws into you. A hot babe. Oh! Have you always resented us, Dad? Oh, I don't resent you, sweetheart. What I was trying to say-- and maybe I didn't use the right word-- was that marriage is like a coffin and each kid is another nail, but as coffins go... Please don't say any more. Sorry we ruined your life, Homer. Hmm! Oh, what have I done? WHISTLE BLOWING Get in! What? Get... in. Hey, what's this suitcase for? Are we going on a trip? You are. (Evil laugh) (Sinister laughter) (Whimpering) Where are you taking me? A place where you'll never be bothered by your family again. (Gasps) Oh. (Whimpers) (Screams) BRAKES SCREECHING Get out of the car, Homer. You can't just leave me out here. There's not another woman for miles. Sorry, Dad. Maybe now you'll appreciate us. While you're spending the week at... Rock N' Roll Fantasy Camp. (Gasping): The Rolling Stones' Rock N' Roll Fantasy Camp! But I thought you guys were mad at me. For once in my life, I'm confused. We had a family meeting and decided that even though what you said about us was incredibly thoughtless and hurtful you had a point. Damn straight. You work a job you don't like so I'm able to be home with the kids. And you take me places you hate like museums, plays and the Olive Garden. And even though you knew I ratted you out to the IRS you never busted me on it. You what? So, to say thank you for all your sacrifices we spent our family vacation fund on something that's just for you. Do you like it? You guys are the best! I love you, I love you, I love you. THUD! THUD! I'm okay. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. OWL HOOTING Hey, what gives? Where are all the rock stars? I don't know, but... it's starting to get dark. "START ME UP" PLAYS (Gasps): What was that? (GUITAR PLAYS "START ME UP") It's getting closer. EXPLOSION GUITAR PLAYS "START ME UP" Hello, campers! How ya doing? Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God! It's Mick Jagger and Keith Richards! (Delirious muttering) Welcome to Rock N' Roll Fantasy Camp where you'll experience the complete rock n' roll lifestyle without the lawsuits and STDs. Whoo! STDs! Now, you're all here for one reason. To rock! Who said that? That's right, Otto. We're here to rock! APPLAUSE AND CHEERING So, get a good night's sleep and remember rule number one-- there are no rules. (Cheering) Yeah! Rule number two-- no outside food. (Groaning) Ah, what a gyp. Hey, Mick, are you going to teach us your cocksure strut? Not today. I've got a ton of paperwork to catch up on. Yeah, tell me about it. At my job... Oh. Oh, you're gone. Hey, wake up! GROANING AND MUTTERING Are you ready? To receive professional training in rock! (Plays chord) You've been awake all night? I am so excited, I couldn't fall asleep. I even took some pills I found on the floor and still nothing. You took pills you found on the floor? Uh-huh. Now, I'm afraid that if stop talking, I'll die. Isn't Mick cool? I thought he'd be all, like "I'm a rock star. Aren't I great?" But he's just like you or me or Jesus over there. ALL TALKING AT ONCE WHISTLE BLOWING People, People! If everyone's going to pick guitar I'm not going to have enough to go around. (Groaning) Come on. But there's lot of other fun instruments like bass. (Plays chords) Come on, who'd like to be a bass player? Out of my way, nerdlinger. My image! Give me this... ALL TALKING AT ONCE I'm telling Mr Jagger. Ooh, I'm telling Mr Jagger. ROCK PLAYS, FEATURING GUITAR The clothes you wear on stage should be a defiant statement of individuality. HOMER: Like this, Mr Kravitz? God, no. May we talk about, uh, accentuating the... masculine area? Did you hear that people? Apu asked about crotch stuffing. Now, I don't do it. Kenny Loggins does. I trusted you! (Weeping) GUITAR PLAYING Now, a guitar has many, many nicknames. An axe. A getbox. Well, I guess that's it. Anyway, we're going to start with the fundamentals-- playing a burning guitar with your teeth. All right! Mr Seltzer? Setzer. No. I think it's Seltzer. Yeah. What is it, Homer? I came up with a stage move I feel is very cool. (Grunting) # Baby, baby, baby, baby... # We've got to start using a cheaper oatmeal. GLASS BREAKING Sorry, Mick! Simpson! STONES SONG PLAYS Okay, strut, strut strut, strut, strut. Spin and wrist up. Look, everyone, Homer's got it. # I'm so hot for me # # I'm so hot for me # # I'm so cold. # Okay, now, schoolmarm. # I'm a bleeding volcano. # Everybody's naughty... and freeze finish. Ow. And no matter where you are always say it's the wildest town in the whole damn world. So, when you said it in Springfield last year you didn't mean it? Yeah, sure I did. But only because Springfield really is the wildest town in the whole damn world. ALL CHEERING Yes, I know it. I... Springfield! STRUMMING Lyrics are the hardest part of song writing but when you come up with something meaningful and heartfelt... Boring. Will you stop saying that? But rock stars are supposed to be about drinking and getting drunk and boozing it up. And girls that have legs and know how to use them. And why I can't drive 55. You just want mindless, generic rock? Precisely. Ugh. (Plays electric chord that reverberates) # See that drunk girl speeding down the street # Yeah! # She's worried about the state of public schools # ALL: Boo! # She likes to party, she likes to rock # Yay! # She prays # # That our schools don't run out of chalk. # Boo! ELECTRIC GUITAR PLAYS, REVERBERATING "START ME UP" MUSIC PLAYS Getting away from the gig can be a matter of life and death. So, you got to be in great physical shape. Okay, follow me. TAPE PLAYS APPLAUSE AND CHEERING Paparazzi to the left. I got 'em! (Groaning) I'm entitled to a private life. I'm not a role model and so forth. Good, Homer. Now, just pass the groupies, and we're home. I love you! Please sleep with us. KISSING AND GROVELLING They're bloody cardboard. We know. GUITARS PLAY # You ain't never caught a rabbit # # And you ain't no friend of mine. # APPLAUSE (Groans) SCREAMING Well, what do you think? Uh... you rock, Homer. Really? You really think I'm better than you? (Applause) That was great, Homie. What the hell are you doing here? Camp is over, Homer. It's been a week already? I'm glad you had fun but it's time to come home. You mother's right, Homer. Got to get back to the real world. Yeah, we've all got to get home. My lawn's not going to mow itself. And I've got to put up the storm windows. Winter's coming. HOMER: Wait, don't go! I want to keep on rocking. Come on, guys. A-one, a-two... I'll take that. No! (Crying) It came with a pick. Hi, Moe. Got any beer? 1 LISA AND BART GRUNTING No! No! I won't go! You can't make me! Dad, you knew this day was coming. I knew nothing! Stop kicking me, Dad. Never! (Sobbing) My dream has been shattered into shards of a broken dream. I was so close to being a rock star but now there's a chance it might not happen. I'll just have to settle for being a fat, bald, fat nothing. Finally. Can we go now? Now, before I lock the door do you have to go to the bathroom? No, I'm fine. (Sighing) I'm so despondent. Cheer up, Homer. It's only rock 'n roll camp. But I like it. (Sobbing) Tell you what. We're doing a benefit gig before we leave town. How would you like to join us on stage? (Sniffles) For serious? For serious, Homer. Can I have 40 guest passes? Whoo-hoo! Wow, all access. All access. (Gargling drool) Ooh, good thing it's laminated. Heh-heh-heh. Sir, you can't... All access. Oh, sorry. (Gulping) (Tuneless humming) WOMEN SCREAMING HOMER: All access. WOMEN: Oh. Ooh. Nice. Wow, Homer, I ain't had front row seats since my Moonie wedding. And after the show, you can come backstage for pizza and pop. All right! Now, that's a winning combination. Here you go-- front and centre. I'm so proud of you, Homie. It's like you're Kid Rock and I'm Pamela Anderson Lee Rock. CHEERING Ooh, got to run. Enjoy the show. TUNING UP Okay, let's see the eyes. Now the fire. Thanks, mate. Couldn't you find a more fuel-efficient Satan? Lenny, don't you have a crotch to stuff? Evening, fellow rockers. There you are. We thought we were going to have to go on without you. I'm ready. Just give me a guitar. How many solos should I do, four? I'll do four. Uh, Homer, you didn't think you were going to be playing with...? (Gasping) My official tour jacket! Look at... wait. You misspelled "guitar hero." Look, sorry if there's been a misunderstanding, Homer. We really just need you to tap the mics and say "Test. Test." Can't you do it? Oh. Okay. So, I'll, uh... Okay. AUDIENCE CHEERING LISA: Look, there's Dad. Ooh, yay, Homer! I'm his groupie. (Chuckling) Am I saying that right-- groupie? CHEERING You're the man, Homer, you're the man. Rock the house! Let's go, Homer! It's show time. Let's go. FEEDBACK Test. Test. Why is he performing the duties of a roadie? Am I saying that right-- roadie? FEEDBACK Test, test, check, check. Hey, he's not rocking out at all. Test. Test. # Test, you're testing my love for you # # Check, check, you're checking to see if I'm true # CHEERING # Test one, test two, test three, test four # # You test me like the water in El Salvador... # Whoo! El Salvador! What's all this, then? He's stealing the show from us. JAGGER: Not on my shift. Let's rock 'n roll. YELLING CLUMSY CHORD AND SHORT RIFF # Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby... # Uh-oh. (Shrieking): No! Ah! TYRES SCREECHING CHEERING Oh, yeah, it's good to see the spectacle back in rock. HOMER SCREAMING EVERYBODY YELLING Did you know it was going to turn into a riot, Dad? Oh, yeah. When you've been in as many as I have you can sense them coming. Did they ever find Tom Petty's toe? What am I, the lost and found? There's no excuse for our horrible behaviour tonight, Homer. We acted like a bunch of angry young men. Rock 'n roll is supposed to be about peace and love. I hope you won't judge the entire Brian Setzer Orchestra by my actions. What we're trying to say, Homer, is we're sorry. By the way, I don't suppose any of you have seen my, um... No, sorry. Oh. There's no need for apologies, guys. You're rock stars. You're supposed to be reckless and destructive and be celebrated for behaviour that would land normal people in jail. That's what I told them, Homer. But just the same, we'd like to make it up to you. We're doing a gig tomorrow to benefit the victims of tonight's gig and we'd consider it an honour if you'd join us. Well, you're very sweet, Mick, but... the only rocking I want to do is in my living room chair surrounded by the world's greatest backup group: my family. Are you sure you don't miss hanging out with your rock star friends, Dad? Nah, I got something to remember them by. Heh-heh-heh-heh. Have fun at school, kids. Later, Homer. Mr Simpson, this zone is for school buses only. (Yelling) KIDS LAUGHING Rock 'n roll! Whoo-hoo! GUITAR INTRO TO "RIP THIS JOINT" # Mama says yes, Papa said no # # Make up your mind 'cause I gotta go # # Gonna raise hell at the union hall # # Drive myself right over the wall # # Rip this joint, gotta save your soul # # Round and round and round we go # # Roll this joint, gonna get down low # # Start my starter, gonna stop the show, yeah # # Oh, yeah... # Now, I've got to put up the storm windows. Winter's coming. # Everybody's naughty and freeze fish. # # She likes to party, she likes to rock. # DISSONANT CHORD MAN: Yeah! But there's lots of other fun instruments, like bass! I hope you won't judge the entire Brian Setzer Orchestra by my actions. Rock 'n roll is supposed to be about peace and love. Who said that?! Will you stop saying that? EVERYBODY LAUGHING JAGGER: Simpson! Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH
Subjects
  • Television programs--United States