Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Boy, the rich sure know how to live.
''I busted whichever hand it is I write with.
to eliminate slouching by the year 3000.
and three more pillows with mints on 'em.
We were collecting canned goods for the starving people in...
uh, you know, one of them loser countries.
No. It’s the players who are wrong.
It has little, if anything, to do with a disobedient whale.
You gotta do this one for me, Billy. McGarnigal.
What?
I refer you to my expert witness, Dr. Hibbert.
it's "she-dur." Say it right!
Why bother votin'? He's guilty.
Sell it to Hallmark, Sis.
Say it, Frenchy.! Say ''pow-dah';!
- And those. - [ Snap, Groan ]
[ Gasping, Murmuring ]
But eventually your bones will change shape.
They're not imprisoning us, Bart. They're--
Wait a minute. Come here. What did you call him?
I'd still like to call Freddy Quimby to the stand...
And who are you, little boy?
But the law needs me. I'll be home as soon as I can.
Happy birthday, Freddy. And may all your disgraces be, uh, private.
Hey, I'm trying to eat lunch here.
Behind these doors, a federal judge will ladle out steaming bowls...
Say it, Frenchy.! Say ''pow-dah';!