Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Looks like you lost the patient, doc.
I think we found the reason why you've been throwing up in the morning.
"stanley ipkiss? Oh, Yeah. Junior Varsity Shot-Putter."
-I'm Artie, Marge's date for the prom. -Well, hello.
-Our speed limit is an anachronism-- -Ignoramus.
-All right, McBain! -Cool!
You're telling me new stuff and minutes later, it's still there.
Right on, sister!
-What's the matter? -Nothing.
And the forensics championship is coming up.
I'm a spare. Excuse me.
Wait, Marge. If honest and open is what you like, get a load of this.
The perfect crime.
Uh-oh, a zit. No problemo.
Hello, classmates. Instead of voting for an athletic hero or pretty boy...
Thanks, Pop.
That movie stinks like your creepy apartment.
I can think of many cogent arguments. The first is from Time magazine: