I get a lot of requests for reprints of Levine/Isaacs scripts. So here is a portion of one of our SIMPSONS, “Dancin’ Homer”, dated 6/05/90. Notice that we had to be very detailed in our descriptions so the artists would have some sense of what we envisioned.
EXT. STADIUM – EVENING
We open on a large stadium marquee that reads:
“SPRINGFIELD WAR MEMORIAL STADIUM, “ ‘TONIGHT BASEBALL, SPRINGFIELD ISOTOPES VS. SHELBYVILLE SHELBYVILLIANS, “ “NUCLEAR POWER PLANT FAMILY NIGHT, “ “SUNDAY AFTERNOON – COHEN BAR MITZVAH.”
A bus driven by OTTO comes roaring by the screen as it enters the stadium parking lot and screeches to a stop. We hear a blaring police car go by.
Oooh, well, I think we lost ‘em. (LOOKING AROUND) Hey, and we’re at the ball park. All right! Two birds with one stone. Okay, everybody out!
There’s a loud CHEER from the bus.
INT. BUS – CONTINUOUS
It is crammed with excited NUCLEAR POWER PLANT EMPLOYEES AND THEIR FAMILIES, all with hats, pennants, thermoses, flasks, gloves, etc. THE SIMPSONS are jammed into two rows. Everyone starts to disembark.
ON THE SIMPSONS
As they cross with other fans to the front gate. BART has a mitt, LISA a transistor radio; MAGGIE wears a little baseball cap and uniform jumper. They pass souvenir stands and PROGRAM VENDORS. All the EMPLOYEES who work at the ball park are rundown and toothless.
You know, boy, some of the players you see tonight may make it to the big leagues, one day.
What? Aren’t we going to see any washed-up major leaguers?
Sure, we get a nice mix here.
I can’t think of a better place to spend a balmy summer’s night than the old ball yard. There’s just the green grass of the outfield, the crushed brick of the infield, and the white chalk lines that divide the man from the little boy.
(CHUCKLES) Lisa, honey, you’re forgetting the beer. It comes in seventy-two ounce tubs here.
I hope you’ll space out the tubs this year, Homer.
(DEFENSIVE) What are you getting at?
Well, last year you got a little rambunctious and mooned the poor umpire.
Marge, (HOLDING UP THE TICKET) this ticket doesn’t just give me a seat, it also gives me the right – no, the duty, to make a complete ass of myself.
ENTRANCE TO STADIUM
MR. BURNS and SMITHERS, who holds 3x5 index “prompt” cards, are perched at the gate, greeting the employees and their families, including THE GAMMILLS from “No Disgrace Like Home”.
Ah, the Gammills. Good to see you.
You’re an inspiration to all of us in waste management, sir.
(CHUCKLES) Well, take your mind off contaminates for one night and have a hot dog. (LAUGHS)
Gammill and his brood kow tow and move on.
(TO SMITHERS) Put a little smile on his card, Smithers.
Already there, sir.
Burns spots the Simpsons as they approach. Smithers grabs a card and whispers in Burns’ ear.
The Simpsons, sir.
Ah, well, if it isn’t the Simps.
Uh… Simp-sons, sir.
(CONSULTING CARD) Hmm, oh , yes… Homer and Marge Simpson. Oh, and these must be Bart, Lisa, and “Expecting”.
(SOTTO) The card needs to be updated, sir.
Oh, that’s okay. The baby’s name isn’t important. Let’s go, Marge.
Very well. (CHUCKLES) Take your mind off contaminates for one night and have a hot dog. (LAUGHS)
The Simpsons enter the park.
EXT. PARK – CONTINUOUS
It’s a typical wooden bandbox minor league ball park, seating maybe five thousand. Ringing the outfield wall are the usual billboards filled with local advertisements: “Springfield Savings – Safe from 1890-1986, 1988-“; “His Royal Majesty Clothing for the Obese or Gangly Gentleman”; “Moe’s Tavern – Hit this sign and win a free well drink”.
The only concession to the modern era is the JumboVision board in left field, which dwarfs the rest of the stadium. The PLAYERS are on the field, leisurely taking batting and infield practice as the stadium organist plays “ALEXANDER’S RAGTIME BAND”.
Oh, wow – there’s Flash Bailor! I gotta get his authograph! He used to be a star.
He is playing catch. He’s 45, arrogant, and terribly out of shape. He looks like a giant pear. Bart leans over the railing, holding out a ball and a pen.
Hey, Flash! Will ya sign my ball?
Bart rejoins the family.
(MUMBLING) Lousy, washed-up, broken-down… old tub of guts… who does he think he is anyway?
What’s the matter, boy?
He wouldn’t sign my ball.
Well, he’s a fine role model. Bart, give me that ball!
Bart flips her the ball and, with great resolve, she marches down the aisle to the field.
Hey, Flash, check out the mature quail heading this way.
Hey there, little lady. What can Flash do for ya?
EXT. PARK – STANDS – A LITTLE LATER
Marge rejoins the family, holding the ball.
Here you go, Bart.
She hands the ball to Bart.
(READING) “Springfield Kozy Kort Motel, Room 26… How ‘bout it? – Flash.”
Wow! Flash Bailor came on to my wife! (IMPRESSED) You’ve still got the magic, Marge.
EXT. BALL PARK – MOMENTS LATER
The plant employees are positioned way down the right field line in the bleachers. There’s a filled section of them… and just a mere sprinkling of other fans throughout the park. There are two empty seats next to the Simpsons. Lisa is holding up Maggie.
(TO LISA) What are you doing?
Trying to get Maggie on the JumboVision.
SERIES OF QUICK CUTS – GRANDSTAND
We see that HUNDREDS OF BABIES are being held up.
(POINTING) Hey, Dad, look!
Homer glances up.
ON JUMBOVISION BOARD
Homer fills the screen. He stands up and waves with both hands.
Hey, everybody! How you doing? Look at me! I’m Homer Simpson! Heh… heh.
Bart leans into frame and raises two fingers behind Homer’s head. The JumboVision camera starts to pull in on Homer’s open fly.
(QUIETLY) Homer… Homer.. X.Y.Z.
Examine my zipper? Why? (HOMER LOOKS DOWN) Whoops!
Homer, still on the screen, turns away, zips up his fly and receives a nice OVATION from the crowd.
P.A. ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
(HEAVILY ECHOED) Ladies and gentlemen, throwing out tonight’s first ball, the man whose name is synonymous with our nations’ safest and cleanest energy source, Mr. Montgomery Burns!
Burns and Smithers drive up to the mound in a golf cart that looks like a big baseball. Burns waves to the crowd. There is a slight SMATTERING OF APPLAUSE. As the golf cart brakes, divots of turf fly.
Ah, they love you, sir.
Heh, heh. As well they might. You know, Smithers, when I was a young buck, my patented fadeaway pitch was compared by many to the “trouble ball” of the great Satchel Paige. Spit on this for me, Smither.
Burns hands Smithers the ball.
One hocker coming up, sir.
Burns rocks into his wind-up.
ON THE SIMPSONS
Who are heckling Burns from their very safe distance.
Hey, Burns! Hey, “Rag Arm”!
You throw like my sister, man!
Yeah, you throw like me!
They LAUGH conspiratorially.
BACK TO BURNS
He wheels and deals. He loses his balance and the ball goes maybe six feet before trickling to a stop.
I think I could actually hear the air being torn, sir.
Oh, shut up.
Homer and Bart are roaring with LAUGHTER. They can barely contain themselves.
What a lame-o!
P.A. ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Ladies and Gentlemen:, to honor America, will you please rise for our National Anthem…
Homer quickly composes himself.
P.A. ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
…sung tonight by Springfield’s rhythm n’ blues sensation, “Bleeding Bums” Murphy.
BLEEDING GUMS MURPHY steps up to the microphone at home plate. We see the scoreboard clock behind him reads 7:30. Bleeding Gums launches into a wildly improvisational version of the National Anthem.
(SINGS) “O-oo-hhhhhhhhh… Oh Saaaaayyyyyy can you…” -- I’m askin’ – “Can you s-e-e-e? … by the d-a-a-a-a-a-wn’s”
EXT. BALL PARK - NIGHT
Bleeding Gums is still singing. The clock on the scoreboard now reads 7:46.
(SINGS) “…and the rocket’s red glareeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee …the bombs burstin’ … shoot it out… poppin’way up in the air… rrrrrrrrrrr.”
At this, there is mild SCATTERED APPLAUSE from the crowd.
(SINGS) “And.. the home.. of the-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e … brave-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e!”
We see the Simpsons amid the crowd. Exhausted the flop into their chairs.
INT. PRESS BOX - CONTINUOUS
DAN HOARD, wearing a loud multi-colored jacket, is at the mike.
Hi-de-hi, Springfield! Dan Hoard, mikeside. Tonight – our Isotopes take on the pesky Shelbyville Shelbyvillians. The ‘Topes are looking to snap that darn twenty-six game losing streak, longest in professional baseball. How ‘bout that? -- Our sleepy town is in the record book!
Trivia note: I played the voice of “Dan Hoard”. Dan Hoard was my broadcast partner in Syracuse when I was a minor league announcer. He's now the voice of University of Cincinnati football and basketball.