Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Adults attacking orphans?
"Blessed Virgin Berry, Command-mint, Bible Gum."
- Whoa, Frank Sinatra! - For me, this is hell. You dig, pally?
Or if you prefer, we also have Unitarian ice cream.
Oh, there's no explaining God's will, Roddy.
I'm calling a cab! Good-bye, Ned!
Ah, Disco Stu. Right this way.
- And no one was ever tardy. - Was I there?
Let's build it for her, Daddy.
Oh, uh, could you sleep on my side?
# Machine-gun rap and locomote #
Good food though.
Ah! What is so wrong with you?! Ah! What is so wrong with you?!
And what the hell good are you? Beat it, you hippie!
- We can take whatever we want, right? - Ye-What?
Oh.
- I don't think Maude Flanders would approve of that. - Absolutely not!
Her pillow's stuck.
Yarr! She blows!
They're from my Last Supper pie-throwing sketch.
All right. I hear the mayor's arriving for the ribbon cutting.
Kinda.