Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, of course. It-

Hey- Lance Murdock.

No hablo ingles, senor.

I conquered my fears and I made up for a lot of lost living.

Because we love them,jackass.

It's my sad duty to rat out this man for defrauding a car wash.

Relax. I called her from the gas station.

Now, how about a drink?

Wellity, wellity, wellity

- Seems fair. - And I'll need your signature...

- Yoo-hoo! - Oh, those awful women want their omelets.

Well, you may be a bit cautious, but what's wrong with that?

The waffle bar is closed.

Oh, God! Lay down. Lay down.

Now, it's of critical importance that you don't-

It could be when you least expect it.

and a daily dose of vitamin church.

If he's not careful, his scooter could roll right down that ramp.

- Mm-hmm. I'm working on that. - Ned, no!

What's your secret, Flanders? Goat placenta? Monkey sweat?

Chop, chop, dig, dig. Chop, chop, dig, dig.

Would you rather tell Maude the truth?

- Flanders, what's your birthday? - Oh, leave me out of this, Homer.

Well, hello, Little birdies. Ai You Ya