Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have to stay here in Springfield,

Bannocks to that!

Spell "pneumatic."

Bart Simpson, and the word is "interlude."

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

as others see you. (laughs)

So can I...? Hello? Hello?

I'm three. I'm dizzy.

What's in your hand?

Well, did that help?

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

I believe in you, too.

The perfect crime!

We had a family meeting.

(sighs) This changes everything.

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

See, Marge? We skip one rehearsal,

Finally, thanks to Mrs. K,

And this belongs to you.

I'll think of a penance.

Oh, her words, not mine.

Oh, be realistic, Marge.

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

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

("Battle Hymn of the Republic" playing)

children's chewable Xanax.

the cold, dead eyes of Mike Pence.

I'll wait as long as it takes.

♪ 'Cause playing is a sin that we regret ♪

for one full hour a day.

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

We're just two smart kids.

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

Listen, Bart...

♪ Waylon's gonna get some kitsch today ♪

(gasps) What are you heathens doing

were thinking of leaving Springfield?

You have to give it back to Mr. Flanders.

Nothing but... (groans)