Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There isn't a single man in this whole bowling alley.

The fireworks start tomorrow!

Thank you, Homie.

Well, you'd better not leave me and talk to your old friends all night.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, I have a better idea.

Have you ever noticed how that baby of hers never says a thing?

Now, we stick foot in mouth, Tie arms like pretzel,

Why'd you shoot 'em off now?

Marge, I'm Chett Englebrecht,

- Hey, Lise... - Yeah?

But I sneak some of my strength in there, too.

You love Ultimate Punching even more than I do.

Those fliers don't stick to phone poles by themselves, you know.

Come on, you pansies!

After 11 years, the thrill is gone.

but I ended up discovering my own dark side.

Oh, Marge, if only I knew what these paintings meant.

- Bumped his nose! - Oh, he hit him.

Kill, kill, kill, kill!

Thanks for bringing me here, dad.