The Simpsons - The Devil and Homer Simpson (Treehouse of Horror IV)

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It is a vision with raspberry cream.

Ooh!

Pure genius.

And now to make the leap from dreams to reality.

Sorry, Homer.

While you were daydreaming, we ate all the donuts.

Well, there were a few left, but we chucked them at an old man for kicks.

Damn buzzards!

I ain't dead yet!

All right, stay calm.

Remember your training.

Dear Homer, I owe you one emergency donut signed Homer.

Bastard!

He's always one step ahead.

I'd sell my soul for a donut.

Well, that can be arranged.

Flanders!

You're the devil?

It's always the one you least suspect.

Now, many people offer to sell their souls without reflecting upon the grave ramifications.

Do you have a donut or not?

Coming up.

Just sign here.

Careful, hot pin.

Hmm, who's that goat-legged fellow?

I like the cut of his jib.

Uh, Prince of Darkness, sir.

He's your 11 o'clock.

Now remember, the instant you finish it, I own your soul for... Hey, wait.

If I don't finish this last bite, you don't get my soul, do you?

Technically, no, but...

I'm smarter than the devil!

I'm smarter than the devil!

You are not smarter than me!

I'll see you in hell yet, Homer Simpson!

Not likely.

Forbidden doughnut.

Well, well.

Finishing something?

Homer, did you eat that doughnut?

No.

You're wide behind won't save you this time.

Hey, Bart.

Hey.

Wait, doesn't my father have the right to a fair trial?

Oh, you Americans with your due process and fair trials.

This is always so much easier in Mexico.

All right, very well.

We'll have the trial tomorrow at the stroke of midnight.

Till then, you're going to spend the day in hell.

That wasn't so bad.

So you like donuts, eh?

Well, have all the donuts in the world!

I don't understand it.

James Coco went mad in 15 minutes.

Oh!

Homer, you all right?

No.

Mr. Simpson, don't you worry.

I watched Matlock in a bar last night.

The sound wasn't on, but I think I got the gist of it.

Hear ye, hear ye.

The Court of Infernal Affairs is now in session.

Very well.

But first, some ground rules.

Number one, we get bathroom breaks every half hour.

Agreed.

Number two, the jury will be chosen by me.

Agreed.

No, wait.

Silence!

I give you the jury of the damned.

Benedict Arnold, Lizzie Borden, Richard Nixon.

But I'm not dead yet.

In fact, I just wrote an article for Redbook.

Hey, listen, I did a favor for you.

Yes, master.

John Wilkes Booth, Blackbeard the Pirate, John Dillinger, and the starting line of the 1976 Philadelphia Flyers.

Ah-ha!

I'm sorry, Mr. Blackbeard.

We're low on chairs, and this is the last one.

Arr!

This chair be high, says I. I hold here a contract between myself and one Homer Simpson, pledging me his soul for a donut.