Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, normally I spend my Saturdays...
Give me that! [Over Bullhorn] Bart, this is your father!
the fact is, I haven't ever had relations.
Dumb. Stupid. Old. Worthless. Guggy. Bramby. Insolent. Psychotic. Extra late. Parping. Glamozating. Turbo malicious.
Chris hears ya. Chris don't care.
What do you say, son? You keep our secret...
Well, this party is certainly a break in my routine.
Thunderclappings display photos of Eggyheads, a dead mouse, a flaming bubble, and a donkey with snakes for hair.
[Groans] I feel queasy.
Chris hears ya. chris don't care.
[Filtered] Attention, Springfield.
I don't know what we'll do without you.
Edna, Seymour, in light of these, uh, revelations...
I'm sorry, I don't get out to restaurants much.
My, my, what a great big scary page turner!
- Ow! - You can't have that one! That's a coconut cake!
You could've at least said you were giving her C.P.R., or rehearsing a play.
[Sneezes] You have a breath mint I could borrow?
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Bart! So good to see you. I have a little favor to ask you.
That's okay. I don't entertain much.
Jimbo, how's that hat today? Janie, Janie, Bo-phaney!
You may sit down now.
- l-I don't follow you. - Oh! Just sit down, Seymour.
[Homer] There's some dangerous crab grass growing here.
- Mind if I sit down? - Eh! It's a free country.
the whole town watching our every move with a fine-tooth comb-
Uh, why, we're-we're on a, uh, a-a what do you call it? Field trip!