Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Time to brush your teeth, wash your face...
My wife's gonna leave me 'cause she thinks I'm a pig.
Turn that off. I'm mad at TV.
I don't know what kind of shenanigans you've been pulling this time,
All the elves dance around like idiots. I puke. The end.
Homer, buy your wife some flowers and take her out for a night on the town.
I love you too.
Oh. Um--
Ho, ho, hoo!
Oh, no! Bart! We'll have nightmares!
Are you in... here?
Yeah.
She's 34 and trapped in a loveless sham of a marriage.
- You'll tell him right when he comes home from work. - Yeah!
- Al? - Yeah, Al. Last name, Coholic.
Don't turn your back on that boy for a second.
Hello, vigilant viewer.
Heh, heh, heh.
Lotta junk.