Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!
My whole class is here. They're going to observe the human peep show...
Sheesh. I come here, I get dressed up all nice-like...
- [ Scraping On Blackboard ] - [ Students Protesting ]
Marge, I didn't tell 'em personal stuff.
LADY AND THE TRAMP I DID KNOW WE COULD DO THAT
I'm very flattered, but I'm not really interested.
- Homer! - I'm outta here. - Me too.
I can tell the difference between butter and I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.
Something was wrong. Not correct. Something was wrong. Not correct.
Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out-out-out-out-out-out-out!
One way to drive your man wild...
Uh-- [ Smacks Lips ] Hmm.
If I wanted to see a man eat an orange, I would have taken the orange-eating class.
Look, Dad. I missed you so much, I couldn't concentrate in school and I got an ''F.''
Oh, good. Reverend Lovejoy will make Marge take me back.
[ Students Muttering ]
Hey, this is dated two weeks ago.
What the heck was that lab fee for?
Look at the way they admire and adore him.
I don’t care about your hot work’s permit
Something was said…
It’s alright. I teach retards!
I've created a replacement that's superior to her in almost every way.
Ooh, she's gotta have it.
Um, I was married once, but, uh, I just didn't know how to keep it together.
could possibly ever need you.
We are under attack by the Zorrinid brain changers.
That always melts her butter, right? Heh, heh, heh.
OKAY, ANDREW. THINGS WERE SAID. MISTAKES WERE MADE.
- Buh. - Snuh.
All right, brain. It's all up to you.