Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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