Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Me when... Butthurt haters are spouting nonsense
[ Coughs ] Whoa! That's good Squishy.
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" New York, New York "
Yarrrrr Rye don't know what I'm doin'
[ Campers ] Yeah.
We're done-didilly-dodilly done-didilly-dodilly done-didilly-dodilly done--
You must cherish it. Seize the day!
It's what separates us from the animals-- except the weasel.
Huh? Oh, look. Cramper’s Pampers. Ha-ha
Mavis
Steve Huffman's brain: Wait! Are you sure that's how this sort of thing works? Steve Huffman: Shut up brain, or I'll stab you with a q-tip.
Well, sir,just apply a smidgen of peanut butter to an ordinary pine cone...
You know, it is cougar season, and those things don't mess around.
Aha! Aw. Twenty dollars.
[ Whimpering ] D'oh.
You want fries with that?
- [ Squeaking ] - [ Gasps ] It's so thick!
- [ All Shouting, Indistinct ] - [ Homer] Let go of my hand!
What the fuck
- Oh, cool. A ''spork.'' - Don't hurt me!
I stole it from that Borgnine guy.
Two Caucasian males out of money in Sector 4.
Be in the game but not of the game.
- [ Groans ] - But I'm supposed to--
New York
[ Thinking ] Oh, no. Me bring Homer on a rafting trip?
until you learn that hair is not a right-- it's a privilege.
Shut up, brain, or I'll stab you with a Q-tip.
The Foul Stench of Loss is Upon Us
- [ Explosion ] - [ Cheering ]
Ah. The last peanut--
" [ Strumming ]
(DROOLING)
Fuck you fuck you Why fuck you fuck you
( sucking up )
- [ People Chattering ] - Shh!
[ Whimpering ] D'oh.