Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

With Springfield's years of failure at sports, the arts,

No, he was nothing but straw.

You're coming too, friends.

My story ends now?

No talk. Just love.

No eating people.

climb streetlights and burn down the town.

all we want to do is sit and hold your hand.

Just like the Tin Man.

Wow. I'm looking at everything with new eyes.

I am a dyed-in-the-wool fan of these...

Of all the times to be sober.

[Carl] I wouldn't leave just yet, Homer.

-♪ -[snoring]

Smack him with his bone! Smack him good!

[pants] Listen, Marge, we've had our arguments,

who blew us to bits on the side of the mountain,

Someone's got cell service.

Oh, Homie. Today was magnificent.

-[automated voice] Mailbox full. -D'oh!

have made it to the state championship.

Pork chops, glazed ham,

Buried in the snow, frozen alone like broccoli in my freezer?

Homer, I knew you had a heart.

I never got the chance to tell my son I loved him.

Fausto bring this. For good luck.

[both whimpering]

even if they somehow did survive the crash, uh,