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English Speaking/The Simpsons/S01E04

There's no disgrace like home


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  • ˜ธจธŠ” ๊ฐ€กฑ“ค„ ฐฆฌ๊ณ  ฒˆฆˆ ‚ฌžฅ˜ ง‘—„œ —ฆฌŠ” (˜ œผกœ) šŒ‚ฌ —ฐšŒ— ฐธ๊ฐ€•œ‹ค. ฒˆฆˆ ‚ฌžฅ€ ™”•€ •ŠŠ” ๊ฐ€กฑ€ •๊ณ •ฒ„ฆฌ ค๊ณ  •˜๊ณ  ˜ธจธŠ” ฒˆฆˆ ‚ฌžฅ •ž—„œ ๊ฐ€กฑ“ค ™”•œ '™'„ •˜ ค๊ณ  •œ‹ค. •˜€งŒ ฐ”Šธ™€ ฆฌ‚ฌŠ” ‚ฌ๊ณ ฅผ น˜๊ณ , งˆ€Š” Ž€น˜ฅผ งˆ‹œ‹ค๊ฐ€ ˆ — ทจ•ฒ„ฆฐ‹ค. ˜ธจธŠ” ฐ”Šธ—๊ฒŒ 5‹ฌŸฌฅผ ฃผ๊ณ  €€ฅผ ฐ›Š” “ฑ €ž—ฐŠคŸฌš —ฐ๊ธฐฅผ •˜Š” ฐ˜ ง„‹ค˜๊ฒŒ „œกœฅผ ค‘•ฃผŠ” ‹คฅธ ๊ฐ€กฑ“ค„ ฉฐ ž‹ ˜ ๊ฐ€กฑ— ฌธ œ๊ฐ€ žˆŒ„ •Œ๊ณ  ‹ค˜— น ง„‹ค. ˜ ˆ ง‘—„œ ๊ณ ฏผ•˜˜ ˜ธจธŠ” TV ๊‘๊ณ ฅผ ๊ณ  งˆนˆ กœ •‚ฌ˜ ๊ฐ€กฑ น˜ฃŒ „ผ„ฐ—„œ  ฌธ œฅผ •๊ฒฐ•˜๊ณ ž ๊ฐ€กฑ“ค„ ฐฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ฐ„‹ค. •˜€งŒ ˜ธจธฅผ น„กฏ•œ ๊ฐ€กฑ“ค€ –งธ กœ •‚ฌ˜ ‹ค–‘•œ น˜ฃŒ•“ค ‘ —ญšจ๊ณผฅผ ถˆŸฌ ผœผ‚จ‹ค. •˜€งŒ งŒกฑ•˜€ •˜ 2ฐฐ ๊ฐ€๊ฒฉœผกœ ™˜ถˆ•ค˜••˜Š” น˜ฃŒ „ผ„ฐ˜ ๊ทœ • •ƒ— ‹ฌŠจ ๊ฐ€กฑ“ค€ ˜คžˆ ค ˆ„ ฒŒ๊ฒŒ ˜๊ณ  กœ ธ• ๊ฐ€กฑ“ค—๊ฒŒ –‰ณต(?) ฐพ•„˜จ‹ค.

‹ค „ Script

  • 11:40 ~ 12:44
    • ‚šฉ : ‹คฅธ ๊ฐ€กฑ“ค„ ๊ณ  ƒ‹ฌ•œ ˜ธจธ๊ฐ€ ˜ ˆ ง‘—„œ ˆ „ งˆ‹œŠ”ฐ ‹คฅธ ง‘„ ฐฐšŒ•˜˜ ฆฌ“ค„ ฐพŠ” ๊ฒฝฐฐ“ค “ค–˜จ‹ค. ‹ค–‰žˆ ˜ธจธŠ” ๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ‹ฌŠจ ๊ฐ€กฑ“ค—ˆ‹จ ๊ฒƒ„ “ค‚ค€ •Š€งŒ ž‹ ˜ ž…€“ค— Œ€• ‚˜œ ง„ •˜Š” ฐ”‹ˆ™€ ‹ธ›€ ™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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