Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I come bearing an important communiqué.
Cool, it's a metal beer bong.
That must be the babysitter.
It's worse than we thought, Chief.
I just breathalyzed all these teens.
Hmm. Warm caramel color,
They need a replacement sax player,
(inhales, exhales)
you're moving up to high school.
Last Saturday night.
(crying)
♪ Super awesome, three, four, sister! ♪
HOMER: Hmm.
Big sister?
in your marching band songbook.
Hello, emergency?
One yes would suffice. Pack your sax, Lisa,
Oh, God, please don't let Shauna have
Ave Maria.
Where do you live?
is imply that you care, but I think you're a star.
Huzzah, big brother!
Oh, I quit, too.
Uh...
who respect music theory and tradition.
Yep, teens are garbage. (chuckles)
who fall in love despite only having 45 minutes to live.
I know I've been kind of a B-word lately.
Mm. I didn't think he'd transform on page one,