Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's why they gave me this Taser.

Ooh, please be a melon baller. Please be a melon baller.

Ha-ha-ha. That's the sound of the pelota hitting the fronton.

The show's getting boring. We're losing viewers.

We were a tribe on another reality show, but we lost the final challenge.

Less, less, less.

- I'm a paralegal from Cleveland. - And I'm a nutritionist from Santa Fe.

The tag chafed my throat.

I'm just gonna say it.

Gummy Sue, this is your lucky day. There.

The weird part is, now I can't get enough of them.

No, Homer, no! That's our only way home.

...think like a bug, become a bug.

This rope was woven from handlebar moustaches.

Which reminds me, burn the leftovers. Leave nothing.

We'll just hang out in front of the house beside these garbage cans.

I would never sign that.

Marge, I'm still not sure about this.

They go to pieces over nothing.

Actually, it says here we're gonna see hockey.

Homer, your strop.

And now to wreck their precious helicopter!