Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Gosh, Moe. I use these all the time.

- Well... - What?

I can't keep track of all my wheelings and dealings.

This has been such a nice, peaceful dinner.

- Become a limo driver at Classy Joe's. - That's it!

I haven't been moved like this since The Joy Luck Club.

He dances like girls!

Did they have national anthems 2000 years ago?

I was ashamed, Marge. I failed you as a husband and a provider.

Failed to check blind spot. Minus two points.

You be Carl Reiner, and I'll be Police Chief Wiggum.

They love me. I'm accepted. I don 't need this mask anymore.

- Hey, Homer. - Way to go.

You, sir, are worse than Hitler!

Better sign up for something fast, man. Baseball just filled up...

Homer, are we in some sort of fiduciary trouble?

Well, you should've gotten here earlier.

All right. I'll send you a check.

Tested, Homer. God tested Moses. And try to be nice to my sisters.

- Let's ask her. - No! Don't tell Marge!

Patty and Selma just got promoted at the DMV.

- Hello, Homer. - Hello, Homer.

Oh, how am I gonna tell Marge we're broke?

But first, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Sure, Homer, I can loan you the money you need.

Okay. Steady, Bart.