Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The baby is making us kill ourselves.
(sucks on pacifier)
AHH! Power Rangers Super Megaforce!
Don't shoot at the van. Shoot at the driver.
This is too creepy. I want something else.
(both moaning)
(roaring)
This is the cool season.
Now, don't freak out, but it's me, your husband Homer.
I'm very thirsty
He's so lonely.
(gasps) It's you!
Congratulations! It's a boy.
But the paramedics couldn't lift your corpse,
(all sigh happily)
(static crackles)
(groans)
Oh, we're using the "L" word, huh?
Crazy?! Am I?!
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Mmm.
That's all right.
We'd better go.
(rats squeaking)
¶ Riding all alone ¶
Come on, Milhouse. You can do it.
my principal's boss.
Fine.
Oh, there's a six-month waiting list to be a pig.
Why do you know to say my name?