Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sweet, trusting Marge, I can't let you down. I'll get some money somehow.
- So, Homer, how'd you do? - Well, I...
- What's going on in here? - Absolutely nothing, Marge.
- Hey, Homer. - Yeah!
You're certainly in a good mood, Dad.
Something that would really make money.
Homer, I'm... I'm speechless.
I'll never forgive myself for this.
Do you hear that, Bart? That was the tardy bell!
Oh, Marge, my loyal wife...
No, and if they don't get here soon, it'll be T.S. For them.
Who needs him? I can have fun all by myself.
- You just saved our hides. - On top of everything else...
Am I wrong, or did it just get fatter in here?
No! My invention!
...I'm guessing you don't have a license.
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Homer's getting ready to give us a foot rub.
Call off the debt?
Jessica, this is going on your permanent record.
Congratulations, Mr. Simpson.
He's looking through the want ads to find a part-time job.
Wrong!
Now say, "I am Homer Simpson, the lowly dog. " In a dog voice!
After him! Go!
...but I can always count on him to provide for the family.
So then we'll look for the house next to the house with no numbers.