Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, I nearly forgot. Your pocket watch.

You all seem to be forgetting that I am Seymour Skinner.

- I've grown up. I'm ready. - [ Stomach Growling ]

I hereby confer upon you the name of Seymour Skinner...

This is where I belong.

well, then, logically, the real me must be far more qualified.

- Please, Mom. - You too, stranger!

[Thinking] Keep looking shocked and move slowly towards the cake.

Thank you. Thank you. I must say, in many ways...

Uh, well, hey, I suppose I'll have to find a hotel.

Hey, hey, hey. Easy there, you big impostor.

[Scoffs] The teachers' lounge is for teachers, Willy.

But you must be Seymour. Yes. You are Seymour.

Oh, I'm sorry, but that's just how I feel.

Armirs liquor, Armirs copy of Swank, Armirs frozen peas.

presumed dead, my future died once again.

Well, that's very concise...

Our class is making refreshments for Skinner's party.

So, uh, um, should I sign my original name?

Oh, now, Bart, you know that's wrong.

[Applause, Laughter]

That child is the most disorbedient

- [Siren Wailing] - Ah, 433rd Street.

What I mean is, to me you're just a stranger...

- [Buzzing] - Ooh! What the-

in a sweatshop in Huhan.