Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And it's the greatest feeling I've ever had!

I wrote all the rhymes for Jay G's first hip-hop record.

Right now I'm still building inventory.

♪ Your bottom lip is quivering ♪

and the pursuit of a goose.

Sir, your card was declined.

The shiso leaf was plastic!

That's what the guards said,

Where should we put the 19th century doctor's kits?

who are all pretty amazing party planners.

Oh, that one's nice.

Oh, hush. I'm a worn-out old miser

HOMER: With my dear wife losing her marbles,

splurging on every luxury, even the ultimate indulgence...

♪ I would never wish hate on my brother ♪

What did you say?

got delayed at the border.

Everyone knows that.

♪ A hip-hop perjurer ♪

I have a very special job for you.

Dad, did Mr. Burns cheap out?

You've given me so much, Monty.

to represent my brand.

Lesson one: protect your neck.

I'm the only master they've ever known.

'Cause it's about to drop.

that was so cruelly taken from me.

to witness my revenge.

It's an Obsidian Card, the most exclusive.

I had to eat grocery store sushi.

Searching for an open grave in which to barf,

in American TV shows.

This. This is what I thought I'd never have again.

A business deal gone wrong.

What do you mean?

Next Doorables...

useless hangers-on like me.

♪ I gave you the card, Burns ♪

I got nothin'. Just take me back to my candles.

I don't know, son, I don't know to remember. I don't know, son, I don't know to remember.

we were unstoppable.

Then the rich people came. They didn't need to make money,

Absolute goulash!

Mmm. A trifle fatty, but other than that,

made from the speaker covers of old jukeboxes?

He took my money, stole my girl,

by Hate Squad, featuring the Rhyme Crime All-Stars.

from such different backgrounds could end up as chums?

just like the Roaring Twenties.

Is that okay? Does that make it okay?

Richest dad rules?

(whispering): Rep means reputation.

being a douche.

on urban culture.

That's Jazzy James, the Lyrical Miracle.

the turning of the worms.

When I was a boy, I found a copy

We were kindred souls.

Uh, to, uh, well, fill out the crowd,

HOMER: Mr. Burns realized

We can't afford the store anymore!

fold-up bicycles, and go.

WOMEN: ♪ What could possibly go wrong with retail? ♪

I must tell you, it's the most incandescent,

I knew I had to do whatever it took

(honking) ♪ When the night come on ♪

♪ A whole lot of money ♪