Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hugh should take it easy because of his fall.
If the building inspector comes by, it's not a room, it's a window box.
I found them on the nightstand.
Oh, you'll have a true love.
...Hugh Parkfield.
- How do you do? - Hey. How are you?
Hey, Krabappel, get in the way of that bouquet...
- Finished this page? - Ages ago.
You prepared me for the worst.
No. But try to look surprised.
Yes, I will.
We're turning into America so slowly... I didn't even notice.
Yes. It's a good thing they re-evaluated those wacky old designs.
Oh, right.
I'll go to the first-aid tent and tell them to plug in ye old stomach pump.
- Hi, Dad. - You look great, sweetheart.
Still warm.
...to wear those things.
Mom, we've got my wedding-dress fitting this afternoon.
They're finally paying me for this.
Something borrowed is this antique brooch from Hugh's mother.
You said you'd tell me about my true love.
Be a dear, run a bath.
- Beautiful dinnerware, Mrs. Parkfield. - Thank you.
- There's only one thing I ask in return. - Certainly.
It's not you, Milhouse. I just don't plan to ever get married.
Hey, watch those virtual darts.
Alight your gaze on yonder fabled beasts of yore.