Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Keep up the roughhousing, Son.

It’s alright I have a scheduled Necromunda game

Yes, Lisa. Daddy's a teacher.

(GOBBLING LOUDLY)

You want the lint? You want the lint? You can't handle the lint!

then the sweet, sweet innards.

Yeah. Yeah! That'll eat up some time.

get this-- [ Laughing ]

Uh, I mean, whoo-hoo.

(SINGING) The Simpsons

What the hell are you talkin' about? You're the one who double-dared us.

All right. Let's get our stories straight.

Lisa, you're smart. Help me trick her into taking me back.

- Ach, let's get out of here. - This is a terrible excuse for education.

- Now that I'm a teacher, I've sewed patches on my elbows. - Homer...

Quickly, into the safety dome, Milbot.

Ew. Okay. Let's get started. Uh...

- [ Pings ] - You see, that ping sound means the spit was on target.

Look. I brought you some nice pudding.

Marge and I always talk things over in bed.

- In bed? Well. - Huh? Huh? - What?

My problem is I'm a real user of women. I move in right away and stay until the money's gone.

Homer, I really don't like you telling personal secrets in your class.

- [ Whispering ] - [ Giggling ]

I'm out. [ Groans ]