Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's the last time you'll slap your Willie around.

This is terrible! How will the kids get home?

But you've kept intact my Cal Ripken-like streak of school "openage."

I'm not joking, people. From now on there will be no talking out of turn or leaving this room.

- Is that some sort of plush novelty? - Yes, ma'am.

A storm is coming!

D'accord, on va essayer autre chose. Euh, reprenons du début. Attention. Un, deux, trois.

What are you doing in that ridiculous duffel, Seymour?

What?! Get this thing off me! That's it. Where are you? Okay, you're under the bed. Can't see whose. Well, there's only so many beds in this house, bear girl. I'm coming. No! Tell me if he's out there. What about now?

Yeah. As a tribute to Princess Di.

- Maybe they'll cancel school! - Look. The sea captain's all hunkered down!

Stop! Wait! Wait! Attendez!

- One of which? - Exactly.

It's cold and hurt-y.

Ah, yeah, Clancy.

turning to sleet turning to snow...

in a veritable orgasm of poor planning.

No! You can't go in there!

And Dodi. Because these days, princesses-

This stinks. We'll miss the Itchy and Scratchy where they finally kiss.

And I think that's a stagehand.

And it's open season on savings at Springfield Menswear, which is closed.

I told you no one can climb a rope. It's physically impossible.

- Twenty-five thousand dollars a year! - Wow!

Well, better turn off that engine before those fumes put us in tombs.

Plus, in the summer, he paints houses!

- Mau! Didi mau! - I'm getting a cramp in my wrist!