Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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[sighs]: Oh, Lois...

"They'll fix the script," they said.

Unga. Bunga. Unga. Bunga. Unga. Bunga.

and bring in Morgan Freeman, who I've hired

to narrate your commercials.

This town needs a mayor.

Wait a second, Mayor West didn't have any kids,

- Well, what's his stand on abortion? - What? I don't...

[quietly]: Let's see how popular you are when I cut off your mustache.

Could somebody help me?

And it's pronounced "me-me."

I relied on my advisors, and they let me down.

WILD WEST: Beef Cigarettes,

LOIS: Uh, make your voice deeper.

Peter, what the hell are you wearing?

Aw, shucks, I don't know if I could do that.

So, what do you say? Will you be our mayor?

to throw my hat in the ring to be your next mayor.

- I do. - Thank you.

Wild West, why don't you play us a song?

Or, instead of doing that stupid thing,

♪ It seems today that all you see ♪

something with an endless supply of gas

Now, the last thing I want to do is take something from a woman.

tangled in a ball of yarn.