Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bart Simpson, and the word is "interlude."

Nothing but... (groans)

("Battle Hymn of the Republic" playing)

How'd you do it, Bart? How'd you do it?

Oh, her words, not mine.

as others see you. (laughs)

Listen, Bart...

♪ 'Cause playing is a sin that we regret ♪

And this belongs to you.

So can I...? Hello? Hello?

You have to give it back to Mr. Flanders.

What's in your hand?

(gasps) What are you heathens doing

children's chewable Xanax.

Bart, there's a page in the diary you didn't read yet.

I have to stay here in Springfield,

Spell "pneumatic."

Well, did that help?

(sighs) This changes everything.

I believe in you, too.

for one full hour a day.

Bannocks to that!

the cold, dead eyes of Mike Pence.

I do not need to see the dark side of another marriage.

The perfect crime!

We're just two smart kids.

I'm three. I'm dizzy.

See, Marge? We skip one rehearsal,

EDNA: Remember: if you can teach one kid one thing,

I'll take names if I don't hear cheers.

Oh, you are still there. You're just very quiet.

were thinking of leaving Springfield?

We had a family meeting.

Oh, be realistic, Marge.

Finally, thanks to Mrs. K,

I'll wait as long as it takes.

I'll think of a penance.

♪ Waylon's gonna get some kitsch today ♪

You not only don't suck, you believe in my potential, too.