Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, you should ask her out, moe.
(singing opera)
Thrill as...
Aw, geez.
How about this one?
Marge! Get away from those freaks.
Expect some entertainment for their nickel!
(falls down stairs, grunts, shouts)
(screams)
Homina, homina, homina.
(screams)
(thunder crashing)
Moe, whatever small time together we have
(gasps)
I'm seeing a 12-car pileup,
Hee-haw!
Actually, it's more of a globular cluster.
I think we've made some progress here.
Of a traveling freak show.
I'm Pain And Hurt From Santa's Joy
I'm frightened of nothing, not even hellfires.
(gasps)
Hey, if they get on an airbus,
A naked rooftop cookout, and... Oh, my god!
Step right up, only two bits!
(thunder crashing)
(spits)