Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and suddenly you're the bad guy.

we'll keep it quiet for a few days,

♪ For big fat dopes in bars ♪

Big Guy in the Sky.

-What the...? -[satellite beeping]

I hear you silently agreeing.

And the Scarecrow lacked straw, right?

Ping-pong. Rock. Zipper. Jambalaya.

So you don't mind that they say you're jumping on the bandwagon?

Your eyes are black.

[pants] Listen, Marge, we've had our arguments,

[muffled grunt]

[bowler] Wasn't me.

I love you all. Water my plants.

Uh, I wanted a little extra oomph,

and that new guy from Portugal whose, uh, name I forget.

-[Marge] Hello? -Marge...

Then we're good. Bye.

-[groans weakly] -We'll go fishing and make s'mores

I'd be praying if a bunch of guys in red vests on horses

Oh, I recognize that voice.

But now it's made the whole town proud of you.

Leave a message.

Oh, okay, it's "will."

He always had a heart. What he lacked was courage.

Save your breath, pal. He's dead.

My friends, if we just have faith in the good Lord

in the afterlife.

He slept through Mass. He'd floss with a Bible ribbon.