Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, get used to it, because I'm living here now.
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I have here a polite but firm letter to Mr. Burns' underlings...
Earthquake!
Let's do another 20 miles.
Package parcel processing.
I've been at the theatre all evening Did I miss anything?
HERE COMES ANOTHER VAGINAE EARTHQUAKE MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
I own the electric company, waterworks, plus the hotel on Baltic Avenue.
Oh, you're a dead man, Burns. Oh, you're dead. You're dead, Burns!
His wrinkly skin looks like a mask.
What in the name of Saint Ephesiocritus...?
Who the devil are you?
- Homer Simpson. - Make sense, man.
Oh, mercy.
Well, me and my fourth-form chums think it would be quite corking...
Dispose of it.
almost sexual isn't it, Smithers?
I've been at the theatre all evening Did I miss anything?
Just a minute.
We've got a great instructor lined up.
Lummox. Puddinghead. Mooncalf. Limpnoodle.
Well, we could give each student a full college scholarship.
Burns cost me my groundskeeping job at the school.
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It will keep taking future and eternity candy from a future and eternity baby. It will keep taking future and eternity candy from a future and eternity baby.
...and settle into a nice teaching job.
I'll see that Mr. Burns suffers the infernal machinations of hell's grim tyrant.