Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, I called you in here
It's what a man drives.
What-- what? I'm the drumstick of this chicken bucket.
-(laughs) -Look at me.
Perhaps one out of five times,
two VIP passes, then.
our daughter's pre-pre-teen rebellion.
(grunts) That's it!
Everyone at my school is a jerk.
But I think we both know it's time for you to go.
but I can't tell you which times.
with the class?
♪ Is hamburger homicide. ♪
Misplaced anger!
who graze the blighted meadows of your so-called school.
What? I'm a little stressed out.
Hmm...
Will you shut up about the damn truck?
Oh...
(gasps) Oh, my God.
Look what the doctor made me get.
Attention, Elementarians.
with this snobby, judgy, British crooner
an NFL quarterback/international superspy. (moans)
I don't know what came over me, Mom.
Mm-hmm.
Oh. Maggie's a baby, and she was sleeping.
Oh, boo-hoo!
I look like bloody Churchill!
Oh. Sorry, Marge.
or shown any interest in hauling or towing.
Trucks aren't for driving.
I know what's going on.
Gah?
(angry shouting)
With this much testosterone?
Just give them a chance.