Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I doubt it still fits.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

You're kidnapping my husband?

Good night, sweetheart.

Not to worry, we take the Venmo.

I no longer crave alcohol.

Uh, refresh my memory, uh,

Goodbye, my love handles.

That'd be career suicide.

I'm sorry you don't have a husband with the willpower

Yeah, r-right there, that's it.

Now it's snuggling time.

Yeah, by the way, Marge,

We sit eating food, watching TV about food,

You, you're-a ruining my life.

And you lab rats are paying us to be in it.

beer's your drink, right?

Why is it so expensive?

And while I can't see my feet,

So we can look eternally young like the Real Housewives,

Oh, believe me, I know.

I'm getting off this stuff.

A calming butterscotch?

It's for, um...

[Homer chuckles]

only three percent of cases.

They offer the Bitcoin but not the Ethereum.

Stop, Homer! Stop!

Oh, uh, that's just as good.

Even though they live together.

That drug really works.

♪ Then your kidneys fall off ♪

and willing to claim you have blood sugar issues?

Thanks. I need to give something to my son.

The mayor in league with the mob?

Maybe you should try to get down to...

[tires screech]

♪ Oh, oh, oh. ♪

[tires screeching]

beautiful on one side and hideous on the other.

Is a happy end.

You really lost some weight.

And I don't see doctors.