Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you really, really sure?
Bart: And we looked and we saw him...
With the dignity expected
You're all stuck with that.
(doorbell rings)
I finally get my man cave.
(playing "when the saints go marching in")
That the human snail is, in some way, slow.
I don't hand out candy, you son of a gritch.
Sleep well, lis.
So if you must leave in a kind of a scramble,
Or we both die.
Tear off his drumsticks!
But I'm in the best shape anyone is in the 1930s.
One of us!
(electrical crackling, bird squawks)
Hmm? What are you doing?
Go grab all his money and vodka and gin.
She gave it to me on her deathbed.
Get back out there with your flippers flapping,
(humming)
(gasps)
You killed burnsum!
I, uh, better freshen up a little bit.
(snores)
Democratisation of the thread
(humming)