Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Moe, you're a heartless jerk.

I'd like that. I'd like it a lot.

Except for those two dudes I saw gettin' hitched.

Turn that hippie crap off!

You'll regret it.

I'd really appreciate it, though I'd never admit that.

I must know how you came up with that brilliant title,

Hello. Oh, hey, Milhouse.

Now that we're friends, how come you never call?

Ooh, you fight like Anne Rice.

by the happiest people in the world: writers.

No one makes my daughter sob and run.

In my dream I eat corn with my eyes."

I ain't no great man, like Bob Seger or Haystacks Calhoun.

And bring me an Advil! What do you mean you don't work for me?!

But you shattered my dreams like a Duff tall boy in a bar brawl,

Oh, hey, Homer.

Well, it's not fair when Moleman uses his replacement legs.

So, uh, any of you wetnaps write that?

to a aprilto dmay he rap all day

Then you offered to take me fishing,

and like a stumblebum chump, I dared to hope.

My brain-goo's comin' out all artistical, thanks to you.

Eh, some jerk makin' a prank call with a gag name: "Tom Wolfe."

Rich maple color, good swirl.

You're hired! Now that you're hired, you're fired!