Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I thought I made myself clear in Boston.

## [Disco On TV]

I thought you said those guys were creeps.

But those days are behind me. I don't shill for nobody no more.

Yeah, yeah, right. Thanks.

- It's just a joke. - Oh, I get it! I get jokes.

You didn't have to tell it like it is, Marge

I hope he tells us to burn our pants. These things are driving me nuts.

Well, well, well, if it isn't Professor Know-it-all.

"The only exception was the embarrassingly dated humor...

Yes, I was drinking gasoline, Mother.

All I keep seeir is dead celebrities hawkir products.

- ##[Singing Continues] - [Man] Hyah!

[Grunting] All right, I'll do it.

- [Murmuring] - Shh!

Take me here, under the disco ball

Me flap dickey long time."

We'll have to work out a system of blinks.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. "Krusty the Clown." No!

Krusty the Clown!

Then they followed me home, beggir me to take a test drive.

Take that, you greedy fat cats.

##[Singing Continues]

- [Gasping] - Uh, isn't that illegal?

I brought a bag of money in case he wants us to burn it again.

They are just impossible.

- Here. Quick, use my Krusty Eye Wash. - No, not on your life.

[Chuckles] Like, what's the deal with that?

It's about time. Give me those reviews.

- [Man] Hyah! - [Whip Cracks]