Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jesus is God's rod.

Well, that's not true.

There's one word that defines this team.

Take your soul and get the hell out of local news.

All righty, then, let me just s-say way to go,

You're coming too, friends.

[Barney] This is your captain speaking.

climb streetlights and burn down the town.

I'm gonna go Rimsky-Korsakov on yas.

Our new friend there still hasn't woken up.

but when it happens to you, ugh!

Ain't this the life?

Um, Marge, with conditions

Buried in the snow, frozen alone like broccoli in my freezer?

[both whimpering]

It's Portuguese-what's-his-name, you idiot.

but I liked watching you carry him.

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

What? No. Absolutely not.

Mayor, you've been accused of being

Just like the Tin Man.

Overweight? How is that possible?

it's no exaggeration to say that our "Super Bowlers" are

-[automated voice] Mailbox full. -D'oh!

We're approaching the point of no return.

-♪ -[snoring]

And that word isn't "can" or "might."

Let me just say, no one jumps later or harder than I.