First, I'd just like to say that I always enjoy KOTH, but I still find The Simpsons funnier. However, tonight I saw one of the funniest scenes I've ever seen. It was Grandpa Hill's war story, and I couldn't stop laughing for almost half an hour. That final line, "The last thing I remember is beating them all to death with a piece of Fatty", is definately one of the funniest lines ever uttered by a cartoon character. Unfortunately, I was still trying to find a tape when the ep started, so I didn't get to tape it. Would somebody mind typing up the story and posting it, so I could tell it to allmy friends? Thanks.
=o= I hate to say this, because _The_Simpsons_ is still my favorite show, but the juxtaposition of last night's episode with last night's _King_of_the_Hill_ episode made the latter look better.
=o= One of the brilliant classic episodes of the first season of _The_Simpsons_ was "Homer's Night Out," in which Bart takes a snapshot of Homer dancing with an exotic dancer. After much angry pondering, Marge tells Homer that what bothers her most is how this might make Bart view women as objects. Homer takes Bart on a mission to prove otherwise.
=o= Last night's "Burlesque House" episode covered somewhat similar territory, and even featured the aforementioned exotic dancer. It also had none of the insight or intelligence of "Homer's Night Out;" it was just a situation comedy with a few good gags, and overall it was pretty mediocre. By Simpsons standards, it's lost some of its smarts and, I'd argue, some of its soul.
=o= Last night's _King_of_the_Hill_, on the other hand, featured similar themes as "Homer's Night Out," and handled them with intelligence and wit. It was a delight.
=o= But alas, not a particularly good showing for
Our Favorite Family . . . :-( .-. .-.
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As our scene opens, the protagonist, Hank Hill, is preparing to approach his father, Cotton, whose influence on Hank's boy, Bobby, has resulted in some, shall we say, politically incorrect manifestations. Cotton can be found holding forth for Hank's best buds, Boomhauer, Dale and Bill:
(Fade in: Hank, walking up to Cotton) All right Dad, I need to talk to you about some of the things you've been tellin' Bobby.
(Cotton, sitting on Hank's mower, cold brew in hand) I've been tellin' Bobby a lot of things. For example, I told him how I lost my shins defendin' our country. (Turns to Bill) You wanna hear that story, Fatty?
(Bill) SAR YES SUR!
(Hank) Bill, I'm tryin' to talk to my ...
(Cotton) I was 14, just a little older'n Bobby ... (fade to sepia-colored memories of Dubyu-Dubyu-Two) ... but I knew Uncle Sam needed me, so I lied, and signed up.
We had beat them Nazees in Italy, and they shipped us to the Pacific Thee-Ater. A To-Jo torpedo sent our troop ship to the bottom. I could only save three of my buddies - Fatty, Stinky, and Brooklyn.
(Cut back to Cotton on mower, looking around at Boomhauer, Dale and Bill) They were kind of like you fellas only one of 'em was from Brooklyn.
(Cut back to the memories) Out of the sun came a To-Jo Zero that put 50 bullets in my back! The blood attracted sharks. I had to give up Fatty. (Cut back to Cotton on mower, rubbing forehead) Ugh!
(Cut back to war) Then things took a turn for the worse.
I made it to an island ... but it was FULL of To-Jos! They were SPITTIN' on the U.S. flag! So I rushed 'em, but it was a TRAP! They opened fire and blew my shins off. Last thing I remember, I beat 'em all to death with a big piece of Fatty!
(Cut back to Cotton on mower) I woke up in a field hospital, and they were sewin' my feet to my knees. Now. What was it you wanted to talk to me about, Hank? (Hank) Huh, well, nothin', I guess. (Sighs)
"Like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which was what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry costs a nickel. And in those days nickels had pictures of Bumble Bees on them. `Gimme five bees for a quarter' you'd say. Now where were we? Oh yeah, the important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time . . . they didn't have white onions, because of the War, the only thing you could get was the big yellow ones."