Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

for the person I'm pretending to be.
Don't worry, Mrs. Simpson.
Here's the number for the poison control center,
I want to get better.
It's my fault.
-The Widdamaka? -What?
-...must be... -Fully sighted.
Hey, I do not have voices in my head.
Come back here, you.
Homer, you're making me mad.
(moans)
a hyperextended tendon,
I'm starting to think that's not Dr. Heffernan.
Princess atta what a nice surprise
Can I get you a baby chair?
Whoa...!
-Can you make it anyways? -(groans)
(yelps)
No turtles, bitch! No pubes!
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next to these hideous bridesmaids dresses
They sound terrific.
(New Zealand accent): Oh, you've got this, Marge!
What are you kids doing out so late?
The most strenuous thing you're gonna do
Hey. Can you watch the kids this afternoon?
(giggles) For our clients.
(groans)
We just had lasagna.
It's me, your hernia.
Is it this?
(alarm blares)
2 x 2 x 11 x 13 x 13 x 17 = 9724
For about 36 hours.
"Inguinal."
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