Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ah, that burns! What the hell is on those things?
I don't think that's a good idea. Hmm."
Marge, give me your purse. Here's $42. That's everything I have.
I finally got around to reading the dictionary.
They need a good, stiff, all-purpose dress shoe. Something for church...
I gotta freshen up my act.
"the most promising newcomer of 1959."
Hey, I washed your hair.
Well, well, well, if it isn't Professor Know-it-all.
Well, here's a headline for you: Nobody cares.
PiraCy is not no thank you
Hey, hey, it's Krusty the Clown.
Oh, P.U., what were you drinking, gasoline?
Man, look at all the crap with my face on it.
with a little class, you jackass.
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 get it. - Dad, the zebra didn't do it.
with the rugged drivability of a sturdy 4x4.
piano recitals, building dedications...
Wait! Where you going? I still got plenty of beefs.
Or, as the ladies like to call me, "Hey, you, behind the bushes."
Please put your hands together for Krusty the Clown.
But, Krusty, why now? Why not 20 years ago?
Stop saying that! Stop saying that!