Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Uh, uh, "Clambake."
You do know I'm a doctor now.
Uh, okay, um...
I didn't shoot him!
I didn't mind that he got fat.
2 x 11 x 277 = 6094
I can't believe you did that, Bart.
Now, let's go home, son.
You're turning into your father.
that closed down rather than let women in.
It's on tonight, and everyone who ever took
the warmth of human punching.
When are your relatives going to be here?
And don't forget my ripple.
Can you dig it?!
And I better hear some towels snapping.
This is KBLY, your source for bully news,
the way he tears into corn on the cob.
Should we just, you know, drive by
me when I steal candy... the children are terrified
the necklace of unknown retainers.
Get in the car, Dad.