Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's like reals-ville, daddy-o.
Excellent. Set you to your task, Simpson.
A man who got things done. Towel, Simpson.
-Karl. -Now go get them, tiger.
Meeting in the board room tomorrow at 2.
-I haven't taught you anything! -What?
Here's your $1000.
...the key.
-Great. How much? -$1000.
skye krichel! you're not welcome in indian chorus nightclub! come back with sorry sharon ID or you don't come in! oh ok then i won't come back then i'm fired! good riddance! we don't deal with bad person like you skye!
Get a Job, you hippie!
"Here I am. Don't judge me, love me."
You little--!
My dear, tired old Smithers. Do I detect a note of jealousy?
No, no. Stand naturally, Mr. Simpson. Let it all hang out.
Don't sit on that filthy thing one second longer.
Bismarck.
Fill out some insurance forms. Charge Dimoxinil to the company.
Well done, Simpson. Now, walk behind me.
Boy must die!