The Simpsons

The Simpsons S19E09 - Eternal Moonshine of the Simpson Mind -

The capital of Montana is not "Hannah"

Nobody steals Willie's breakfast!

I must've really tied one on last night.

No more drinking.

6:00 A.M.

Still early enough to sneak

into bed and pretend I actually

got home at 3:00 A.M.

Huh?

Where's Marge?

Hey, kids, have you seen your mother?

Or yourselves?

Maggie?!

Has anyone seen anyone?!

Oh, of course,

they must all be taking a family bath.

Without me!

Save some suds for...

Daddy.

Hey, boy know where the family is?

Show me on MapQuest.

Fine. Google Maps.

What's going on?

Why are you attacking me?

Look, if this is about me eating your heart pills,

they shouldn't have made them in Good 'N' Plenty colors.

Moe, my family's gone, my dog hates me,

and I can't remember what happened last night.

Was I here?

Was you ever.

You came in saying you really needed to forget something;

so mixed you up the most powerful drink I got

the "Forget-Me-Shot."

A "Forget-Me-Shot?" Never heard of it.

Yeah, that means it worked.

No one ever remembers.

That's why I made this video to explain the process.

You start with a splash of Jagermeister...

- then add sloe gin... - Got that.

- Triple-Sec... - Right.

- Quadruple-Sec... - Yeah.

gunk from a dog's eye,

Absolut Pickle...

Mmm, pickle.

...the red stripe from Aquafresh,

and the funniest ingredient...

the venom of the Louisiana Loboto-moth.

Come on, sweetie.

You stir it with a home pregnancy test

till it turns positive...

And presto :

the Forget-Me-Shot.

Jeez, I don't look like that.

The point is,

this drink is the ultimate brain bleacher.

One swig wipes out the last day of your life.

Give me one of those forget-me drinks!

I made a mistake I gotta wipe out.

I was trying to do a Don Rickles about Arabs,

but it turned into a Mel Gibson about Mexicans.

Huh?

What the hell am I doing here?

I gotta get back to the Latin Grammys.

- There he is! Get him! - Kill him!

Hot-sauce his eyes!

Oh, my God.

Why would I want to wipe out my memory?!

What horrible thing did I do?!

You don't remember, huh?

There was a domestic disturbance at your address yesterday.

Chief Wiggum!

I remember seeing you...

What's going on here, Simpson?

Am I gonna need the zip strips?

Everything's fine

cupcakes and sprinkles.

I see.

And how did you get that?

What gives, Simpson?

Giving your wife an Irish kiss?

No, I swear!

It was my fault. I...

I walked into a door.

Walked into a door, huh?

That is the lamest excuse I ever...

All right, door!

You're coming downtown!

Marge had a black eye?

I could never do something like that.

Could I?

Why don't you ask the person who filed the complaint?

Not that I am authorized to release that information...

Flanders!

Fine, it was Flanders.

Now, since you know everything,

who was Jack the Ripper?

The queen's private surgeon!

Flanders, why did you call the cops last night?

I had to--I heard a hubbub, Bub.

What did I do?!

I can't say for sure, but as a Christian,

I assume the worst.

What happened in this room?!

If only these walls could talk.

People would pay to come see my amazing talking walls,

and I could use that money to...

Hey, a memory!

Stop! Homer, please!

My eye!

No, it can't be!

I would never hurt Marge!

I'm a good man!

Yeah, yeah, me too!

You know, doing this is just confirming a

stereotype for you Mexicans.

I am from Costa Rica!

And I should care because?

Thank goodness you come to visit me, son!

I can't take one more minute of this high school

glee club pretending they don't hate being here.

Oh, what a night

You know I didn't even know her name

But I was never gonna be the same

What a lady What a night...

You'll eat our cookies, but you won't look at us!

Dad, I can't remember what I did last night.

Do you have any idea?

You come to me for help rememberin'?

That's like asking your horse to do your taxes,

which I did back in 1998.

I'm afraid I did something

to make Marge and the kids leave me.

Wait.

I know someone who can help you

a doctor who helps people dig up old memories.

Really?

Oh, that's great, Dad.

How can I ever repay you?

Punch that orderly who takes

sips out of my juice.

Done.

No, wait.

That's the guy that saved my life.

Memory Recivery Institute we do not do MRI's

Mr. Simpson, I have built a device that will enable

you to explore your memories.

The science was easy,

but now I've got the hard part,

coming up with a name.

How about The Deja View-Master?

Uh...

Remembrance of things fast? Hmm.

The Remembererer?

We don't have to come up with it now.

These wonderful wrinkle-bags are reliving their

cherished memories of yesteryear.

Ah, my first Christmas.

Such great Chinese food.

This is great!

I'm finally gonna find out how I ruined my family!

Strap me in, nerd!

To me, "nerd" stands for

Not Even Remotely Dorky, so thank you.

Thank you for the compliment.

Now you'll feel a slight pinch,

followed by an extremely painful pinch,

signaling that the spike will begin boring

into your skull three seconds later.

Boring.

Yes, that's right, boring.

Ow!

Ow!

Ow!

Three, two, one.

What the hell?

Your memory bubble and you

"This bubble allows you to view any past event from your life."

Ah, it's got that new bubble smell.

Aw, I landed in a pleasant memory.

Look at happy me and playful them.

And we're off!

Now remember-steer into the sculptures.

Snow sculpture contest

Oh, I miss those by gone days of earlier this week.

But I'm needed in a darker place.

Wha...?

Those squeaks sound like couch springs

grooving to the beat of love!

Hmm?

Homer!

I wasn't expecting you.

Hey, what's going on here?!

Oh, Homer, I didn't want you to find out this way.