Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sorry, Bart. Your dad kinda blew the fantasy.
If you don't think of what it is, we'll lose Marge forever.
You ever sat down and read this thing?
Hmm. Clean house, no silverfish.
Wait a minute. Wait, that's it.
My problem is I'm a real user of women. I move in right away and stay until the money's gone!
You leave Barry Gibbs out of this!
Kiss her! [ Yelps ]
[ Clears Throat ] Oh. H-Hi, Marge.
G'oh! You do this every time, ya-- Oh, you--
No. Mr. Simpson, what I mean is we may have a job for you after all.
Hey, Homer. Why don't you just nibble her elbow?
[ Cash Register Beeping ]
Hmm. No.
I want this to end now.
Marge, I figured out what I can give you that no one else can:
Eat the pudding Eat the pudding
- Huh? - Ooh, Homer, don't you have to get to class?
But just remember that both your mom and your dad love you very, very much.
Well, now that the little ones have toddled off to bed--
[ Students Murmuring ]
Ah, incorrect, Marge-- two perfectly good jackets.
- Now you try. - [ Spitting ]
- That's nice. - [ Vehicle Speeds Away ]
She tripped, right?