Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, my stars. I can't do that.
Happy Retirement Tom
- Throw hot wax on him, Dad. - Howdy, Homer.
I wouldn't do that, Reverend.
Then a week later we just forgot about it.
- Yeah! - I really disrespect them.
Welcome to my world.
I just follow the three C's-
I now pronounce you husbands and wives.
- For the last time, no. - Hello! Our ticket to freedom.
Okay, Homer, I'm ready to learn.
Or possibly ''scam-ola.''
Welly, welly, welly.
Homer, they blew that up yesterday.
Oh, Gil's in a lot of trouble.
He's all right, folks.
You gotta live down here, in the impulse zone.
That's it.
And I'm Mrs. Homer Simpson.
from Stinky Pants Simpson.
- What kind of music do they play? - Crap-Rock?
Boring.
Where have you been, Neddie?
Blame me if you must, but don't ever speak ill of the program.
Oh, how are we gonna get out of this mess in an honorable and decent-
The program is rock solid. The program is sound.
Aw, the missus will clean that up.
No, make it a children's-
- Get him! Get him! - Let's get him.
Chop, chop, dig, dig.
Okay.
with full waffle bar privileges.
Hockey puck!