Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dad, there's something you're not telling me about Mom.
So it's good we're lookin' for your ma.
HOMER: That's right. Misery piled on misery.
Closure!
One, two, three...
More morphine, sweetie?
Strong and... Absolut Vodka.
She's alive and wanted by the FBI
Why is this like... Why, you little...
(Homer and Marge grunt)
when the night comes and your double wide
I was trapped in a foxhole with my best friend Charlie...
who didn't love me enough!
FOX BROADCASTING COMPANY
A seven‐layer dip of woe.
(engine backfiring)
waiting for ya.
Here I come. I love you.
That's why I don't read the papers.
when she left me forever?
Did you say it's Mother's Day?
‐By the dozen. ‐Hoo boy. Mmm.
THERAPIST: Now that you know your mother had left you,
Boring. Boring. Boring.
(growls)
through the badlands of Utah, our relationship
Hoo boy.
Okay, we've also got a jumper, a bed‐wetter,
Shh!
Uh...
HOMER: This isn't over.