Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

SunChips. Give me, give me.
[grunting]
Traveling brings out Homer's worst qualities.
We'll need every available weapon.
So? We'll take our business elsewh--
and TOYOTA.
Marge has it.
[crying]
and drop all your problems down a trap...
radical passenger control system be approved for use
[karate children] Yes, Sensei. Hiya!
Come back in ten years, kid.
I am sorry you have to put up with that guy.
[motorboats]
Aw, cookie.
♪
-[woman] Get out of here! -Oh. Oh!
I slept through my first first class?
Give me that.
Mr. Wingspan-- if that is your funny name--
unless, like me, you're smokin' hot.
[overlapping shouts]
trap-doored into our complimentary in-flight prison.
-[toilet] ♪ Let's all sing ♪ -Yeesh.
Excuse me, Mrs. Simpson.
[murmured agreements]
before the Joint Committee on Terrible Events.
Try it again.
[both groan]
to be at my mother's house, talking her into hospice,
Your jokes suck.