Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nelson's gonna show us his mom's bra.
Ah, yes, New York City. Now we need a relationship
♪ Drip drop, you flop... ♪ ♪ Fail, fail... ♪
Now, to end this perfect day on the perfect note,
Reality shows, uh, lip-sync singing, even...
Grant Hood is their improv critic.
2 x 2 x 3 x 3 x 11 x 19 = 7524
Nothing.
Hash browns might be a little burnt.
but totally safe.
Dad!
Don't worry.
Don't be yourself!
May I see your permits?
It's Homer Simpson.
A near-sighted Frankenstein.
LET ME GET BACK TO YOU WHEN I FIGURE OUT WHO'S WHO.
Yeah, right.
Oh...
Don't... Aah!
Hey, Reverend.
Location: back alley.
Jerry, stop it! No!
I like 'em however you make 'em, sweetie.
I'll take care of it.
And somehow it'd be my fault.
WE HAVE COME TO MY CLOSING REMARKS.
B-b-b-but they have scheduling conflicts.
D'oh!
Going... going...
Uh, who was that directed at?