Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(tapping on glass)
What do we do? What do we do?
Milhouse!
I didn't know you had psychic powers.
This is my best game ever. I'm not leaving till it's done.
I died, and I'm inside the body of this football player.
Trapped forever?
-(phone whooshing) -Hmm.
Are you enjoying the honeymoon planet?
How'd you like me to go to a distant galaxy and never return?
-Wrong number! -(dial tone hums)
(smacking lips)
(laughs)
(groans)
Whoa, whoa. Easy on the electric bill there, son.
Hickory dickory dock, three ticks left on the clock.
You-you wanted to see me, sir?
I'm beginning to wonder if trading for this baby
Nag, nag, nag.
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(whispering)
Should've been a conversation, but okay.
…the kids get confused. Why?!
(alarm beeping over TV)
No.
(squawking)
No.
(groaning)
And now to open my paycheck and see what I make.
Just kill me now.