Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Homer, we're in a bit of a pickle.
You know, I've always wanted to tell you how much-
- Come on! Move it! - Where are we going, Dad?
But you're gonna make us millions. Yes, you are!
- Sir, I demand satisfaction! - [ Grunts ]
[ Whimpers ]
Who cares what it is? It's growing. I've saved the farm!
Oh, you're right! [ Sobbing ] I'm a coward!
- I'll dig an outhouse! - I'll weed the floor!
Oooo aaarah halllll
You're scaring the customers, honey.
She's right, Dad. They can afford a lot more.
Okay.
I know, honey. But what can I do as an individual?
[ Lock Clicks ]
One hundred and- [ Babbling ] May I speak to my family for a moment?
# Yeah Glove, baby #
Seymour needs the toilet! His bladder's full- full of urine!
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Go ahead, Ralphie. The stranger is offering you a treat.
Pistols at dawn? Oh, why did I have to slap a guy who says ''suh''?
fresh country air, apples for the picking, sing-along hay rides.
I made such a mess of things!
- Yeah, he's probably just a big blowhard like you. - Sir, that is an insult!
It does.