Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yesterday was a real eye-opener.

When will I learn?

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- you love him more. - No, you do.

Why don’t you both shut up

- Good idea. - All right. - I don't know.

- Homer? - Sorry, I wasn't paying attention.

All right. Get the money.

Where's he going?

and listen to you bad-mouth us to the Man Upstairs?

Stately Burns Manor. Heaven on Earth.

Afternoon, Simpson. What can I do for ya?

All I ask is that you use my patented aggression therapy mallets.

I wish I could hear what they're saying.

Well, I'm not much of a drinker.

Ah! Oh, yes. Uh, oh, and this must be your lovely wife, Marge.

You can't talk that way about my kids! Or at least two of them.

and a little cart so we can wheel it into the dining room on holidays.

Does this scene look familiar? If so, I can help.

- This is where you belong. - Yeah, Homer.

I don't want to alarm anyone,

I don't want to embarrass myself at the company picnic.

Close one this year.

That's what these pads and jumbo markers are for.

Shouldn't we be heading down to the pawn shop to get our TV back?

Wow, 500 smackers.

The Y actually enjoy talking to each other.

Wait! Wait! Folks, if I could--