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English Speaking/The Simpsons/S01E04

There's no disgrace like home


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  • ํ˜ธจธŠ” €“ค„ ฐฆฌณ  ฒˆฆˆ ‚ฌžฅ˜ ง‘—„œ —ดฆฌŠ” (˜ฌด œกœ) ํšŒ‚ฌ —ฐํšŒ— ฐธ€ํ•œ‹ค. ฒˆฆˆ ‚ฌžฅ€ ํ™”ชฉํ•ดณดด€ •ŠŠ” €€ ํ•ดณ ํ•ด„ฆฌ คณ  ํ•˜ณ  ํ˜ธจธŠ” ฒˆฆˆ ‚ฌžฅ •ž—„œ €“คด ํ™”ชฉํ•œ 'ฒ™'„ ํ•˜ คณ  ํ•œ‹ค. ํ•˜€งŒ ฐ”ํŠธ™€ ฆฌ‚ฌŠ” ‚ฌณ  ˜ณ , งˆ€Š” ํŽ€˜ งˆ‹œ‹ค€ ˆ — ทจํ•ด„ฆฐ‹ค. ํ˜ธจธŠ” ฐ”ํŠธ—ฒŒ 5‹ฌŸฌ ณ  €€ ฐ›Š” “ €ž—ฐŠคŸฌšด —ฐธฐ ํ•˜Š” ฐ˜ฉด „‹ค˜ฒŒ „œกœ กดค‘ํ•ดŠ” ‹คฅธ €“ค„ ณดฉฐ ž‹ ˜ €— ฌธ œ€ žˆŒ„ •Œณ  ‹ค˜—  „‹ค. ชจ˜ ˆ ง‘—„œ ณ ํ•˜˜ ํ˜ธจธŠ” TV ด‘ณ  ณดณ  งˆˆ ชฌกœ ฐ•‚ฌ˜ € ˜ฃŒ „„—„œ ด ฌธ œ ํ•ดฒฐํ•˜ณ ž €“ค„ ฐฆฌณ  „‹ค. ํ•˜€งŒ ํ˜ธจธ „ํ•œ €“ค€ –ดงธ ชฌกœ ฐ•‚ฌ˜ ‹ค–‘ํ•œ ˜ฃŒฒ•“คด ชจ‘ —ญํšจ ถˆŸฌ œํ‚จ‹ค. ํ•˜€งŒ งŒํ•˜€ ชปํ•˜ฉด 2ฐฐ €ฒฉœกœ ํ™˜ถˆํ•ดค˜• ํ•˜Š” ˜ฃŒ „„˜ ทœ • •ํƒ— ‹ฌŠจ €“ค€ ˜คํžˆ ค ˆ„ ฒŒฒŒ ˜ณ  ดกœ ธํ•ด €“ค—ฒŒ ํ–‰ณต(?)ด ฐพ•„˜จ‹ค.

‹ค „ Script

  • 11:40 ~ 12:44
    • ‚ดšฉ : ‹คฅธ €“ค„ ณดณ  ƒ‹ฌํ•œ ํ˜ธจธ€ ชจ˜ ˆ ง‘—„œ ˆ „ งˆ‹œŠ”ฐ ‹คฅธ ง‘„ ฐฐํšŒํ•˜˜ ฌดฆฌ“ค„ ฐพŠ” ฒฝฐฐ“คด “ค–ด˜จ‹ค. ‹คํ–‰ํžˆ ํ˜ธจธŠ” ทธฒŒ ‹ฌŠจ €“คด—ˆ‹จ ฒƒ„ “คํ‚ค€ •Š€งŒ ž‹ ˜ ž…€“ค— Œ€ํ•ด ‚˜œ ง„ ํ•˜Š” ฐ”‹ˆ™€ ‹ธ›€ด ถ™Š”‹ค.
    • ฐฐ—ญ

Homer : Another beer, Moe.

Moe : What's-a matter, Homer? Bloodiest fight of the year.
You're sitting there like a thirsty bump on a log.
Eddie.

Police 1 : Evening, Moe.

Moe : Want some pretzels?

Police 1 : No, thanks. We're on duty. A couple beers would be nice, though.

Moe : Two bucks, boys. Just kidding.

Police 2 : Good one, Moe. We're looking for a family of Peeping Toms...
who's been terrorizing the neighborhood.
Quiet, boy.
Let the nice people enjoy their beers.
Ah, don't worry. This dog has the scent.

Police 1 : What's gotten into Bobo?

Homer : I got some wieners in my pocket.

Police 1 : That figures. Come on, you stupid dog.

Homer : You know, Moe, my mom once said something that really stuck with me.
She said, " Homer, you're a big disappointment."
And God bless her soul, she was really on to something.

Barney : Don't blame yourself, Homer. You got dealt a bad hand.
You got crummy little kids that nobody can control.

Homer : You can't talk that way about my kids! Or at least two of them.

Barney : Why, you got two I haven't met?

Homer : Why, you-- Here's five you haven't met.

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