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Al Jean
Executive Producer

Emmy Award-winning producer/writer, Al Jean, has worked on THE SIMPSONS since it became a series in 1989, and has a credit on over 200 episodes. In addition to three Emmy Awards, he has won the coveted Peabody Award. Currently he serves as Executive Producer and head writer.

Jean also co-created The Critic and Teen Angel and served as producer of It’s Garry Shandling’s Show, whereby he won three CableAce Awards. Other television credits include The PJs, Alf and The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson.

SIMPSONS’ episodes Jean has personally written or co-written include Moaning Lisa, The Way We Was, Treehouse of Horror II & III, Stark Raving Dad, Simpsoncalifragilisticexpiala(annoyed grunt)cious and Hello Gutter, Hello Fadder.

A graduate of Harvard College, Jean served as Vice President of the Lampoon.


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