Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fifty spaceships beamed us aboard.

Hoo. We must have really painted the town last night.

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

Me as an introverted hoarder during lock-down.

It almost seemed like those folks were making fun of old Steady Neddie.

How do you silence that little voice that says, ''Think.''

And do you, Homer, take this cocktail waitress you just met...

Geez, Flanders, you're 60 years old...

What did you call me?

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

We would remember if we got married.

- More libations, my imperial conquerors? - What?

Think of your wives.

but I can't just go from zero to 30 like that.

The Bible's finally pulling its weight.

Wait a minute. This could be some kind of scam.

turned my beat box all the way up to ''rumba.''

just a teensy bit insane in the olde membrane

You see, ''Saint Flanders'' is as crooked as you or me.

- But, Amber, I can change. - Will you shut up?

Will you teach me the secret of your intoxicating lust for life?

So Flawless Flanders needs help...

Yeah, even the boy in the bubble had a deck of cards.