Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Homie, something very creepy is going on here.
- The Sundance Kid. - Aah!
Disco Shrew can still boogaloo.
No bellybutton? You're a clone.
Man, are we evenly matched.
You, sing a song about cattle rustling.
Hear me, people of Springfield.
Well, boys, now it's our turn.
HIP HIP ALL: HOORAY
These are horrible ghouls from the past.
And you, sing one about, uh, robbing banks.
BAŞKA? Anybody Else?
You wanna be my slave?
Twenty-three.
Oh, aren't you a dear?
What do you think, Homer?
We prefer "Italian-American pigs."
- It's Mr. Burns. - With a fox attitude.
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Grab him by the tail And go, man, go
Maggie.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
Yay!
Uh, for flailing out loud, I hope he doesn't do anything...
- Uh-huh. Unh! - Unh!
No!
[Anything] That is a amazing, Conna!
Okay, but I'm keeping the tattered vest. I still have my dignity.
Huh, I mean four.
- I'll take it from here, fake-o. - Uh-uh.
Currently the, uh, Vietcong...
Kids, your father made us breakfast.
beer
Speed it up, ugly.
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