Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(exhales) Quince.

It's the curse of the adorable little store.

I had to turn my back on poor, broken Burns

that Praline doesn't hear about. Mm-mm.

Come on, Simpson.

from someone whose manners are in the bottom one percent!

Your book became my bible.

Hey, Burnsie, I didn't get any brand-new sneakers today.

That's on Lengthy Island,

featuring the Rhyme Crime All-Stars hate you!

before that card didn't work.

Buy a candle and I'll tell you.

No one felt any pressure to talk or laugh

♪ Evict you from the one percent ♪

doesn't mean you can cut.

(chuckling): I mean...

I thought I'd get tired of window-shopping

You best believe I'm going to take everything from him.

I've got more money than he does.

- (honks) - ♪ How much? ♪

WOMEN: ♪ Monty! ♪

Splash the cash.

And you did, you became even more horrible.

- (all gasping) - Damn!

(chuckles) Dogs can smell power.

But they had a falling out,

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Fancy a bite of roast Goosius?

Hey, Mr. Burns, fun party.

♪ I got it ♪

If you can't handle a strong female hologram,

♪ My dealings with Jay G have been less than... ideal. ♪

A chessboard where the pieces are lipsticks!

I'm here for my hounds.

Quince jelly and pepper?

left on the seat of a bus I stole.

♪ Your cash was your passion ♪

Mats Wilander may have been a decent player,

♪ Got a whole lot of money, got a whole lot of money... ♪

Don't forget to sign it.

Oh, when this track drops, some feelings gonna get hurt.

Like a wood fire put out by dumping coffee on it.

Sorry I'm late, sir.

Mr. Burns was living the highlight.

with you two fun-sucking stink buckets.

All right, I'll tell you what:

Montgomery Burns had hit rock-bottom.

Ooh, excessive.

at least it's of natural causes.

$20,000. $30,000.

(tires screech)

I thought I hated him, but now I don't.

One word from me and they'll rip you apart.

and most of his invitees are either dead or fictional.