Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Don't have a heart attack, old dude. -Don't you tell me...
-Dad! -Not one word!
Dad!. Pop!. Not a few words!. Not getting a few words!. Dad!. Pop!. Not a few words!. Not getting a few words!.
I think I did.
A year later, the carnival came back...
Batting ninth, Unky Herb!
Sure. That's what he's paid for. If you need towels--
You know what they cost me? There's maybe $40 worth of steel in them.
-But, Marge, I want to see my brother! -Homer, it's an empty threat.
Why aren't we using more words and answers right? Because you'll not argue and fight yourselves because you don't understand to argue and fight yourselves, but no panto-ma-mine, either, that's why.
...the city of brotherly love isn't Philadelphia, it's Detroit.
Twitter? What the hell kind of name is that?
...and she had a little surprise for me.
Whatever you kids want to do today, tell me.
The Super Slakers they sell at K wik-E-Marts are this big!
Will you kids shut up?
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Lisa, are you the hell-raiser your father told me about?
-Marco! -Polo.
Any more new business?
... with lots of well-thought-out, practical ideas.
Now get back to the pharmacy, you quack!
Homer, you didn't ask for rack-and-pinion steering, did you?
Homer, that heart attack made me realize that I'm going to die someday.
-The subplot felt tacked on. -We demand a refund!