Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not anymore. From now on, you're my main man.
Okay, Bart, concentrate.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
- Yeah. - Yeah. Mm-hmm. Yeah. That's rlght.
Okay, half of you vibrate that way, two of you fall down...
- May I be excused, Mom? - Oh, so now you're quitting dinner too.
From now on, I'm gonna be kinder to my son and meaner to my dad.
Flanders!
[Laughing] Made you look.
Then why are you running the obstacle course?
Well, I know you don't want to disappoint Dad...
All of those people are cut.
Knee pads. You got it.
I was blinded to your stinky performance.
Well, that's super-duper, Lisa. In fact, we already have four girls on the team.
the father of the big quitter.
You know, Milhouse, you are getting a little doughy.
All right, I've got an arrest warrant here for Nelson Muntz!
Oh, Rod, you don't have to. You're cut.
- My car broke down. - I'm Joe Namath.
Yes. Mr. Koufax, don't you think Flanders is a big jerk?
Will you hug me?
Are you wearing my self-defense whistle?
- Shh! - You're cut too, shushy!
- Excuse me, son. - Wow! Joe Namath.
Great game, Son. Come on. I'm taking you to Hooters.
- [Very High-pitched Tone] - [Both Screaming]
All right, Wildcats, are you ready to give 110%, take it one game at a time...
- [Electronic Tone] - This thing only takes dollars.
- Okay, Milhouse, let's try out the new cup. - [Grunts]
You ruined everthing, ruiner!
Pletlla, Brldge and "Kuwawahawa. '"
[Grunting]