Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How can you do this, Marge? How can you desert your children?
Hey, Dad, I think state and federal laws require us to have a babysitter.
- Hey, Homer, you wanna get a beer on the way home? - I can't.
- [ Groans ] - Marge, there's no reason for you to get dragged into this.
Homer, this-this is never easy to say.
Far too much dancing Not nearly enough prancing
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just give me the serum.
Mr. Hutz, why are you burning all your personal papers?
Marge, it's public TV. They never have anything good.
- A little show called Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman? - [ Groans ]
Ahh, ballet.
I don't wanna be a wet blanket, but maybe you should give yourself up.
Folks, do you realize without your support...
Ha! And to think those idiot environmentalists were protesting this landfill.
- I think they want us to stop. - Fat chance.
( siren wailing. )
Hee-hee-hee. All right. Whoo-hoo! Yea!
[ Loud Sigh ] Sure, Homer.
It's a ghost car!
[ Marge ] Oh, I've heard a lot about Shot Kickers.
There's nothing to feel ashamed of here. Women have a right to a night out. Right, Lisa?
Don't worry. Mr. Hutz is still here to take care of us.
[ Coin Clatters ]
Well, sir, I think it is time to turn this pledge drive...
[ Both Yelling ]
Remember when I said my ex-husband was behind on his child support?
Shave up not down, you idiot.
" [ Humming With Calliope Music ]