Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Rod, you've got small, girlish hands. Reach in and fish it out.
[THUNDERCLAPS CONTINUE]
Marge, uh, can we not land here?
get a little, well, accustomed to each other.
Yes, sir!
If somebody's in here, you're in for some serious ass forkir!
Oh, we drank so much that night.
You know, the fear of getting caught is kind of a turn-on.
- You mean Frank Grimes? - Yeah, him. Whatever happened to that guy?
##[Chorus Singing]
And now they're out there somewhere, naked as the day God made them!
Oh, no. No, I'm the guy. I'm supposed to-
- [Groans] - [Announcer] No good!
- Hey, Homer, see you at Moe's? - He put new electrical tape on the cushions.
Think of the robots. Wont somebody please think of the robots!
Oh, now, Roddy, it's just a stuck ball. I'll get it.
- [Motor Running] - Oh, my hero!
- I hope that farmhouse has a phone. - [Thunder Rumbling]
Wait, wait, wait, wait! Don't go! Oh, no, not today.
[Pants] Oh, my heart's beating like crazy.
Huh. Well, maybe they're in the media room.
Sorry, guys. Marge and I are sending the weekend at a bed-and-breakfast.
Plus, I'd just fallen on my back, which hurt more than I let on.