Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"the most promising newcomer of 1959."
Well, well, well, if it isn't Professor Know-it-all.
Ah, that burns! What the hell is on those things?
Or, as the ladies like to call me, "Hey, you, behind the bushes."
Marge, give me your purse. Here's $42. That's everything I have.
But, Krusty, why now? Why not 20 years ago?
Oh, P.U., what were you drinking, gasoline?
Hey, hey, it's Krusty the Clown.
Wait! Where you going? I still got plenty of beefs.
Please put your hands together for Krusty the Clown.
with a little class, you jackass.
I finally got around to reading the dictionary.
- I don't get it. - Dad, the zebra didn't do it.
Hey, I washed your hair.
Well, here's a headline for you: Nobody cares.
They need a good, stiff, all-purpose dress shoe. Something for church...
Stop saying that! Stop saying that!
PiraCy is not no thank you
piano recitals, building dedications...
Man, look at all the crap with my face on it.
with the rugged drivability of a sturdy 4x4.
I gotta freshen up my act.
like i'm me even though i've been programmed to identify with my original. here my soul take it (soul shivers) it will help you work around the journeystones in ildges hills nest crests. identify with a physical copy of you with no known DNA match for any known twin of mine. but i know doba told you these tombs are tastan. at least i'll be happy. (laughing)
I don't think that's a good idea. Hmm."