Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look, I want a cup.

They're just words, Neddie. Words can't hurt you.

Well, that's the end of the girls' floor exercise.

But I can't play quarterback. I don't even know how.

I've been carried out of Moe's like that hundreds of times.

The old shoulder pads.

You're going to heaven.

- Who are we gonna beat? - The Wildcats!

Well, you know what? It sounds like you just volunteered.

Springfield is in terrible shape...

- Wish me luck, Dad. - Just don't screw up like you always do.

D'oh! [Screams]

There you go, Bart. Peewee football will melt away those unsightly pounds and inches.

Shh you cut too shushy

- Oh, no! - What?

Hey, everybody, let's hear it for Bart!

[Groans] What's his name again?

I'm comfortable with who I am.

Steven, I like your hustle. That's why it was so hard to cut you.

- [Rips] - Hey, Bart, we wear the same underpants.

- You never use it. - [Groans]

You can't quit! You're cut! You too, Milhouse.

Well, actually, Lisa, these balls are synthetic.

Yellow, 25, hut!