Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let them have their tartar sauce!
-Hello. -How's my big, important executive?
I have hair!
You look different, Homer. Lose weight?
He's much happier at work.
Sure thing, Mr. Burns.
Sounds like everything's arrived. Wonderful.
What are you doing?
Go ahead, say it.
Oh, Homie. I'm so sorry.
My hair. I have hair!
" $1000. Dimoxinil. To keep brain from freezing."
No, that will be fine. Thank you, goodbye.
Mr. Burns' office, right now.
It was never the hair. You did it, because you believed you could.
...and report to room 503 for reassignment to a better life.
-With your job and-- -Happy anniversary.
Oh, Marge. Every woman I interview makes kissy faces at me.
Can't you see? A happy worker is a busy worker.
Dead man coming through.