Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Will you marry me, Marge?
It's that horrible Mr. Burns, isn't it?
He has to push the sanctity of marriage, or his god will punish him.
I'm an idiot. What am I gonna tell my wife and kids?
No talking.
But they won't! They won't let me live! [ Sobbing ]
There's something they give each other that nobody else can give them.
- Hey, don't yell at Homer just 'cause he's a little slow. - [ Gasps ]
Two perfectly Good drinks
[ Tires Squealing ] It's all right. I'm running for president.
- Hmm, why don't you come inside for a drink of water? - 'Kay.
I mean, I can teach a class!
Uh-h-h-m, how about you, Otto?
- For tomorrow, you should read pages seven through 1 8 in Lisa's diary. - You too.
Dad, you can't trick somebody into loving you.
Yeah . . . . He knows it is.
Can't talk now, Flanders. I've got a class to teach.
but to the eye that has brains, I'm making a point about marriage.
[ Tires Screeching ]
- Down the hall, Room 1 2. - [ Mouth Full ] Thank you.
Son, I know you meant well, but that wasn't the right thing to do.
- [ Tires Squealing ] - [ Drivers ] Hey! [ Protesting ]
I'm in. Let's see your cards.
Tattered and worn
Oh, I miss Marge.
There's a reason two people come together and stay together.
- Like the other night, we were fighting about money. - Ooh, a fight.
- Could've been very happy here. - [ Knocking ]
Trouble in paradise, huh? Heh, heh, heh.
LADY AND THE TRAMP (SIGHS)