Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

SIDDMARTHA: Meh.

that ever blew a wrapper off a straw: door-to-door salesmen.

-first name Pierre. -Un moment.

PIERRE PANTS BOTTOM TEXT

In retrospect, I should have tried CPR.

Why did I get these super shag floor mats? Why?!

(dramatic piano music plays)

¶ L'étendard sanglant est levé ¶

-I am Bob. -Well, yeah, but this is Bob,

But this isn't.

-What's so funny? -They got you slingin' springs!

LISA: So, Siddmartha sat and sat and sat and sat,

Go off the page. Write on the wall.

That's right, baby.

GOD: Where is everybody?

That Buddhist kid's a really good person.

BART (French accent): I'd like to speak to Monsieur Pants,

-(Homer grunts) -BOB: No.

(spits dramatically)

¶ Ni le bien. ¶

¶ I live a life of great excess ¶

Now, here's how I move these Karpet Kings.

¶ And yet I find no happiness ¶

¶ Egorger nos fils, nos compagnes... ¶

¶ I want less ¶

Bonjour, bonjour, Commandant!

-(Bob's Burgers theme song playing) -Huh?

Even though she strayed from our faith, I'm proud of Lisa.

and as a sign of his mercy, he permanently scarred

Big man, are ya? Real big man.

(grunts, gasps)

but, uh, I lost the pick in the hole.

If you don't like death, get out of children's toys.