Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(STOMACH CONTINUES GRUMBLING LOUDLY) Uh-oh.
Men, our negative energy has been harnessed
A lemon version of barley-ade? When in Springfield...
A little lingonberry oil under the tongue will clear it right up.
And where does that barley come from? Our neighbor to the southeast, Ogdenville,
and their mythology is rich and enchanting.
before all these immigrants showed up.
(SNEEZING STRANGELY)
- You won't regret this, sir. - You hear that, Bart? He called me "sir."
What are you barleyjacks waiting for? Get in here!
Well, where there's barley, there's rats, you know.
Just hold my head and say soothing things.
Ja. She has the same beautiful face as my Great-Uncle Magnus
(HOMER HUMMING)
Dad, you mean "xenophobia."
Hey, this is all right
And throw them the swinging-est soiree they've ever seen!
I hired Thor Bjorn here to kill some moles in my garden,
Wait a minute! You're selling barleyjack booze?
who would agree to do our job for the adrenaline rush
who's filling in for frances provost? merlyn gilbert.
Does that mean you still like milk and hugs?
How could you, Moe?