Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry, I don't see any "hops petals" near you.
Now you try.
And together we are.
God can hear you better from up there.
it would lower the boy very gently to the ground.
You could have come with me,
Ay, caramba!
And your son is out of control.
♪ You got to lose your mind in Detroit Rock City. ♪
to honor the one thing Lilah ever asked of you.
Your baby's addicted to pacifiers.
You're going down, Bart!
Dear Lord, please help me land safely.
...we simply do this.
I have no regrets.
To work at Fox News, all you have to be able to do
Oh, I can't think about it.
Return those vestments.
Bart! Bart! Bart!
Be right back.
It's Bart!
Just put on the KISS record.
Oh!
Calm down, you're not gonna die up here.
That's not a prayer.
Uh, this is my daughter Peaches.
Well, well, well. Rachel Maddow.
an exactly 12-and-a-half-pound weight into the basket,
I should disrobe at once.
Mm.
So, is there truly anyone among us without regrets?
D'oh!
And while I'm at it...
I have my doubts about both, sir.
When you say "others," could they be bars of gold?