The Simpsons

S3E9: Saturdays of Thunder

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- I like our chances, son. - Ugh! Your father's not supposed to help build your racer, - but you should at least consult him about it. - D'oh! You're in heat four. Whoa. Where's your helmet? Helmets are for wusses. I can't let you go without a helmet. He's my son, and if he doesn't wanna wear one, you can't make him.