Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ooh, a new hamburger sandwich.

I'm kicking this right onto the mantle.

Ha, ha, he's an aserose.

Thank you. I've never felt more accepted.

He replaced my tennis racket with a rubber phallus.

Can you spell "scabies"?

That's a good girl.

- "Relapse." - R-E-L-A-P-S-E.

Will you get out of my...? Look, uh, about the Ribwich.

School's starting, Bart. Aren't you excited?

It's nice to see a realistic single woman on TV.

Hmm. "Now without lettuce."

Well, I'm not done yet.

Please don't beat me up anymore.

I'd sure like to tuck that in at night.

Try the sauce. I'm soaked in it.

Yeah. I'd like three Ribwiches, a Diet Coke...

Finally, a Simpson has a trophy without a bowling ball on it.

...you're the biggest winner this town ever had.

Now you concentrate on representing our school at the state spelling finals.

hip hip hooray the super readers save the day

I just gotta stay one lesson ahead of the kid! Me trying to keep up with social media

Dad, you do care.

This is just a kickball with "Mars" written on it.

Dad, this is my moment in the sun.

There aren't just gonna be any places left for more.