Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I had a blimp fall on me! And I was in an atomic blast! But I'm okay now!
- Yeah! - Yeah.
I feel so helpless. What if something happens to them?
where a writhing pile of kids will grope blindly for hot dogs!
Friend? You mean you two aren't knocking boots?
Look here! That's enough now! I own 60% of that network!
Oh, must you bray night and day at that infernal television?
Charles Lindbergh flew it 15 miles on a thimbleful of corn oil.
"Best before November 1959." Damn it, Bob!
a scrumptious parfait of pudding, pickle brine and detergent...
and all we have found is porno, porno, porno!
D'oh!
What the hell is that? A lawn mower?
At this point in time, I would like to direct your attention...
Oh, please! Let's not embarrass us both...
Bart! Bart! What are you doing? We've got to get out of here!
But instead, we've got the next best thing.
- Without him, you wouldn't even be called "Sideshow. "
Hello, Springfield.
Single-handedly won us the Civil War, it did.