Stick close by, kids, and I'll explain everything
you need to know about the briny deep.
I want to see a giant squid attack a sperm whale
and battle to the death.
And over here, we have the tasty but repulsive sea bass.
Yuck! What the hell is that?
-Bart! -(gurgling): Come on in.
The water's fine.
-Oh! -Stop that.
It only encourages him.
Ah!
Dad, you got to see this!
(Homer screams)
(chuckles) I nailed it.
I have tears in my eyes,
-LARGO: Lisa? -Yes, Mr. Largo?
-I just want to say... -And I just want to listen.
RALPH: I'm a tuna!
You really should give up the saxophone.
We can't do the couch gag. When is Lisa gonna get here?
Worry about yourself.
Why would you ask me to give up the saxophone?
Lisa, sweetie, I'm afraid
this world is filled with Lisa Simpsons.
Mr. Largo, what is going on here?
I'm trying to encourage a student
to give up on her dreams!
You're crushing it as always, Dewey.
(laughter)
Sleeping people are my canvas.
(whimpers)
That's some cutting satire, Simpson.
Yeah. Check out Bill Maher over here.
Oh, I got it, the perfect one.
No, not that. Anything but that!
-(door opens) -JIMBO: Get in there.
(kids gasp)
(laughter)
Sing like we rehearsed!
♪ The sun'll come out tomorrow... ♪
More pep!
♪ Tomorrow, tomorrow ♪
(gagging): ♪ I love ya tomorrow! ♪
(muffled): ♪ You're always a day away. ♪
Now get the Wite-Out.
He's right.
I know it's true. I always have.
Honey, ignore everyone,
and listen to someone objective: your mother.
You're great!
Don't give up your dream.
When I was little, I dreamed about marrying a dashing prince,
and it actually happened!
You can't let someone else's opinion tear you down.
I want to hear your sweet music,
so suck it in and get downstairs right now!
You're the best. You're the best.
(playing off-key)
I can't play! I just can't!
It's in my head, but my hands won't do it!
What's with her?
You don't have to worry about what's wrong with you.
Just find out whatever it is, and you can fix it.
ADHD? No, that's Bart.
OCD? No, that's Mom.
that you've practiced four times a week since you were three?!
MAN (over video): The yips, named for Dr. Augustus Yip.
A mysterious psychological condition
where well-rehearsed skills suddenly become impossible.
Bart, what happened to your pupils?
They're Annie'd, okay?
MARGE: Lisa, you want to play some more?
No!
(sighs)
I have some news.
My great half step-aunt Eunice Bouvier
is turning 100 years old, and she wants us there.
Is this the aunt who lives in Florida?
It's not just Florida. It's Gainesville!
♪ I was born in Gainesville, Florida ♪
♪ And my father ♪
♪ Was a tailor ♪
MALE PILOT (over P.A.): Uh, takeoff is
the most perilous phase of air travel.
If you're gonna crash, that's when it happens.
Wait. Am I on mic?
FEMALE PILOT: Yes, Frank.
Uh, folks, you were just listening
to a new play I wrote-- Death at 600 Feet.
I'm sorry to announce that all our TVs are out.
PASSENGERS (groaning): Oh!
Maybe we'll have one of those passenger riots
that seem to occur every other day on U.S. airlines.
(woman grunting, panting)
-Could I get another seat? -No, absolutely not!
You chose an economy-minus ticket.
Please! They're both farting!
PASSENGERS (chanting): Hey, hey, TWA!
How many flights did you cancel today?!
Hey, hey, TWA!
MALE PILOT (over P.A.): Folks, I'm afraid due to turbulence
among the passengers, we are gonna have to land immediately.
MALE PILOT: (chuckles) It is pretty great, isn't it?
Our new destination is, uh... let's see.
-New Orleans! -(passengers cheering)
It's a miracle! Everyone wins!
♪ Happy birthday to me ♪
(band playing lively jazz music)
Look, Lisa! Isn't that nice?
The sign's telling you to celebrate!
Don't they sound great?
Yep. More musicians better than me.
Oh, boy.
You're good at cheering her up. I'll take Bart.
Whoop-de-do.
HOMER: Did you know that a man can fall in love with a city?
It happens slowly at first.
Then when you develop a crush,
you find your love just grows and grows.
HOMER: And then you discover a thousand little things
you love about the city.
♪ ♪
Cajun crawfish.
Lamb tagine.
Grilled lamb sausage.
Zucchini bisque.
Roast beef po'boy.
Alligator po'boy.
Catfish amandine.
Crawfish amandine.
Crawfish étouffée.
Boiled crawfish.
Cajun crawfish.
Cajun shrimp and duck pasta.
Fried crab cake.
Pecan catfish.
Barbecue chicken sandwich.
Smoky bacon greens.
Seafood au gratin.
Seafood gumbo. Frogs' legs.
There's also a lot of historical sites.
HOMER: Chicken gumbo.
Jambalaya.
Spinach artichoke.
Oyster pralines.
Oyster shots.
Oyster patties.
Bananas Foster.
King cake. Dixie cake.
Pecan pie.
Cajun boudin.
Boudin balls.
(sighs loudly) Yeah.
Okay, sweetie, Daddy's in love.
So now we'll deal with your sadness.
Okay. It's good to see you happy, Dad.
Would you like to look at historic homes
in the Garden District?
"Historic"? "Homes"?
"Garden"? "District"?
Which of those words do you think appeals to me?
Cool. I always read better
when the letters are dripping like blood.
Bart, you go in there, and I'll pray for you in here.
We just need a little relief from our demons, please.
Hmm.
Where are we?
I smell Pringles.
(groans) You'll pay.
You'll all pay!
-Mom, will you pay for this? -(groans): Oh.
Okay, Lisa, look at your hero for an hour.
I'm gonna take a whiz in the cemetery next door.
(hums a tune)
Okay, who to choose? Who to choose?
Ooh, Etienne de Boré.
My music teacher says
there'll always be someone better than me.
(chuckles): Well, that's not the only way
to be part of jazz.
Look what I found in one of the graves.
-Put that back! -(Homer groans)
Lisa, darling, you just keep searching.
You can find anything you want in New Orleans.
("When the Saints Go Marching In" playing)
HOMER: Okay, I moved her from crying to glum.
Now to shoot for happy.
Milhouse, anything yet?
No effect.
But how's Lisa dealing with her depression?
Oh, give up on Lisa. Wait for Maggie.
Oh, I don't...
Wait! Maggie likes me?
(grunts) You hackeyed the wrong sack!
(all grunting)
It's working!
So, has Maggie said anything about me?
We have a lot in common. Same bedtime.
We both like clapping.
Well, there's no miracle for me here.
(cries) Why?
Don't worry, sweetie. No one can see you.
You're alone in the dark, anonymous.
-Spotlight?! -What?!
Lisa, would you do us the honor of joining us onstage?
I wish I could play for you, Bleeding Gums' nephew,
but I have the yips.
Oh, that's too bad.
Well, could you hold this while I play clarinet?
Yes! I want to jam!
I want to scat! I want to riff!
I want to get down! Oh!
(playing lively jazz music)
Another one, sir?
No, that's not my... Uh, yeah.
Uh, this one straight up.
Aw.