Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, Homer. Come on, Homer. Pretend this is baseball and hit us a homer.

Boy, they're really sockin' it to that Spiro Agnew guy again. He must work there or something.

All right, Snake. Make us proud.

Probably one of your ether-induced hallucinations, sir.

Homer, maybe Mr. Burns will bowl a great game, and you will win your championship.

My friend: I'm gonna kick his ass Me and my freinds:

Sir, that's a check for your boweling Oh, yes. That's very important

I'd better take off my sweater.

- Well, I guess no one can. - Run, before they're through feeding!

I don't understand it. I got them at the same place I buy Mother's dresses, and-

- Who knocked down the pins? - I don't know. You know, some guy. Otto, I guess.

quando minha mulher chega de surpresa

I've seen teams suck before, but they were the suckiest bunch of sucks that ever sucked

- Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto. - You can do it, Otto! You can do it-

Smithers, that precision assault popped it back into place. Thank you, masked stranger!

Ow, ow, ow, ow! Skinner...

Yes! Yeah! All right!

- He's phenomenal. Wow. - But-

While making fun of libertarians? Mwah!