Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Forget it. You're married. Let yourself go.

It's-It's all designed to inflame the senses.

Glass of water on the side for dippin'.

I have a pounding headache, my mouth tastes like vomit...

I don't know. Omelets have a lot of fat in them.

and initial here.

What are we gonna do, Homer? My kids are gonna be traumatized.

while ancient Ned runs for his life.

Let's see. What's Marge's birthday?

Oh, what the heck. You only live once.

- Here comes that vomit again. - Eww.

- And then there's Maude. And then there's Maude! - I don't know, Flanders.

No, no and double no.

You know, this may sound just a teensy bit insane in the ol' membrane, Homer...

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

Why did I bet the company payroll?

Would a silly billy sit like this?

Got any more holy numbers?