Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Las Vegas doesn't care for out-of-towners.

Please, people, don't force us to audit.

Will you help me or not?

Listen, folks. There's no magic formula.

Oh, I've got a bunch, Homer, but-

to be your lawfully wedded wife?

In the bathroom- not trimmin' my mustache.

Homer, why don't we...

Oh, that's so horrible! I need to hide my tail. I must turn into a human immediately.

By the power vested in me by the Chicago outfit...

But first, I'm afraid we have some bad news.

Particularly this thing... Particularly this thing...

Now it's Marge's time to shine.

I think you'll find escape is quite impossible.

I better call Maude and tell her where I am.

I don't think so.

You're livin' up here.

I hear digging, but I don't hear chopping.

Take your money and go someplace else.

Now, I'm not a fancy, big-city lawyer-

Well, hello, little birdies.

Come on, baby, show Gil a four.

Games of chance are strictly forbidden by Deuteronomy 7.