Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your present is leaving.
Gunderson?!
Marge, I hate to interrupt the ol'solilo-diddly-iloquy,
He's gotta go.
Matrix Poochie!
Do you think that's the same Grumple
I put you in charge of this office
Gil!
I guess you don't have to leave till the holiday's over.
with Sparkle Sand.
D'oh...
He's still a mooch, and I need to tell him off!
I can't tell him that!
or as I like to call it,a "Christmas kiss."
Christmas card?
Y-you just wait here.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
You still miss the UPN?
Homer?
- Problem solved. - End of story.
Well, I could be there by 2:00 a.m.
I have something to say to you, and it can't wait.
Give me your lunch, dingus.
Well, uh...
but if I scratch my nose, that means we can go to 1.5.
I'm seeing the whole butcher shop.
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon