Ideal for me, I guess.
The Simpsons is a cultural phenomenon.
They also capture the essence of franchising quite well. The Twisted World of Marge Simpson is the 1997 episode where Marge buys a pretzel franchise.
Homer helps out the cratering business scheme by getting organized crime involved.
Find below what I found funny or check out a transcript of the episode here.
Host [Discovery Day]: Now, folks, I don’t wanna alarm ya, but scientists say forty percent of America’s pictures… are hanging crooked.
[the audience gasp in shock]
Yep, it’s true. And I hear you asking: “Well, who’s gonna straighten out all these artistic abominations?” Your friends? A neighbor? Those fat cats at Washington? [chuckles] Good luck. Hey, you know, maybe no one’ll notice! Maybe the problem with ju-u-u-st fix itself.
Marge: Now you’re the one who’s being naive.
Man: Okay. Fair enough. But you sound like you’re ready to become your own boss in the exciting world of frame-nudging! Yes, for a minimal franchise fee, you’ll receive a pair of straightening gloves, a cannister of wall lubricant and a booklet of the most commonly asked questions you will hear, including: “Who are you?” and “What are you doing here?”
Marge: When can I start? Where’s my territory?
Frank [franchisor]: Your… territory. Well, lemme tell ya. Wherever a young mother is ignorant of what to feed her baby, you’ll be there. Wherever nacho penetration is less than total, you’ll be there. Wherever a Bavarian is not quite full, you will be there.
Marge: Don’t forget fat people. They can’t stop eating!
Homer: [passing by the stand] Hey, pretzels!
Tony: [clearing his throat] Greetings, Homer.
Homer: Hey! Fat Tony! You still with the mafia?
Tony: Uh… Uh, yes, I am. Thank you for asking.
Now, Homer, as you no doubt recall, you were done a favor by our, uh, how shall I say — Mafia Crime Syndicate.
Homer: Oh, yeah…
Tony: Now the time has come for you to do us a favor.
Homer: [shocked] You mean the mob only did me a favor to get something in return? Oh, Fat Tony! I will say good day to you, sir! [folds his arms in disgust]
Marge: Homer! Did you tell the mafia they could eliminate my competitors with savage beatings and attempted murder?
Homer: [swallowing beer] In those words? … Yes. I saw your pouring your heart and soul into this business and getting nowhere. I saw you desperately trying to cram one more salty treat into America’s already bloated snack hole.
So I did what I could. I did what any loving husband would do! I reached out to some violent mobsters.