Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Really wish I had gotten your address.
I never should've left.
You know, after all these years, I dated all these women,
‐Murder‐suicide? ‐No.
(neighbors murmuring)
Ugh. Pass.
(horns continue honking)
I'm so sorry. You're great, so great,
through a quiet residential neighborhood,
(horn honking)
I just hear those thighs scraping, scraping, scraping.
I hated Cars 1 and 2.
Yeah, the factory closed, so there's lots of new drunks.
We assume you're talking about you, the Simpsons.
Well, there is a way around that.
or mud puddles
Eh, we'll see.
Hello.
♪ Damn this traffic jam ♪
Hey, that looks like... (gasps)
Moe, trust love.
(Krusty groans)
Wait a minute. That car looks familiar.
(sighs) Who am I kidding?
Professor, can you get the traffic off our street?
And, uh, oh, the bathroom possum