Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- This is terrible. - [ Mrs. Krabappel ] We're leaving.

Homer, what happened to you?

FREMANTLE BEAT CARLTON? I DIDN'T KNOW WE COULD DO THAT!

- Together? - [ Tires Screech ]

It’s alright! I’m a DJ

and most of all, I need you to love me, because I love you.

- What the darn? - Marge, you'll never guess what.

- Oh, I was bluffing. - [ Laughs ]

my name isn't HomerJ. Simpson.''

- All right, I raise a quarter. - I'm out. - I'm out.

D’oh! (EX CLAIMS) (TIRES SCREECH)

Wait till my class hears about this. Kidding!

I was telling Marge that we could save some money...

So anyhoo, last night we're playin' poker, right?

This is a place of learning, not a house of... hearing about things.

I feel like nobody's good enough for me.

But I think you can be a good teacher and still respect our privacy.

away from all that nagging and noise...

And how's my little major leaguer? Catch any june bugs today?

- I never touched her. Homer, I swear, I never touched her. - Here's your water, Moe.

uh, of a family of love. " Sha-la-la-la "

- [ All Groan ] - Tell us more about you and Marge.

Look, Marge. You don't know what it's like. I'm the one out there putting his ass on the line.

Wait a minute. Even Lenny is teaching a class.

I heard you and Homer broke up, so I'm declarin' my intentions to move in on his territory.

ç GL on the beat

put my heart on the line, and I make a fool of myself.

complete and utter dependence.