Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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