Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've got a dried-out end piece with your name on it.
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He's erratic. He tends to explode.
Pork chops. From cradle to grave, etched in stone--
"Try something new. How can it hurt you, Homer?"
-We've never been close, have we? -Not to my knowledge.
Unless you taped over this, you probably wonder about your dad.
Wait a minute.
It's blowfish, sir. But I should warn you that one--
I love the Spurs. If you're betting, they're gonna win it all.
Oh, I want to be in that rumba
--begat Phinehas. Phinehas begat Abishua.
COOTIES!! All signs point to cooties!! Is there anything you would like to tell me Tammy.
The playground has the facts right but missed the point.
-...you have 24 hours to live. -24 hours?
Come on Pal, Fugu me
-Please, Dad? -No!
Never heard of a poisoned pork chop!
"Listen to Lisa play her sax."
It was busy. Moe, another last beer, please.
-That's it, baby. Work those ankles! -Ring-a-ding-ding, sir.
That's it. Duke Zeibert's standing by. We'll get some matzo ball soup.
One consolation is that you'll feel no pain until tomorrow evening...
-Get over here. Bring 50 bucks for bail! -50 bucks?