Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Baldy boy hits wire, head comes off...
We're going to the ball, whoo! We're going to the ball, hey! We're going to the ball, whoo! We're going to the ball, hey!
- Oh, ho, ho! - Congratulations.
And here we have a lovely gourmet kitchen-
- Is that permitted? - Not in my damn house.
Of course! This must be where he dropped the dagger.
I don't want a drug boat.
screw the honor system uber eats needs me
[Groans] Good-bye, Ned.
Ooh, that's a dilly. How about it, Marge?
Oh, thank you, Bart, thank you, Lisa, for all your help.
- Hey, quit hoggir. - Oh, I'm badly hurt.
Oh, well, then you have to ask yourself, is this the right house for you?
Oh, you will, honey.
- [Marge] That's dilapidated. - Rustic.
That's good enough for me! [Screams] Purple drapes!
- But it was. - Sure, Marge. "Was."
D'oh! [Screams]
- But I earned that wall. - Don't push your luck, pal.
- Guess who sold the Whitman place? - Good for you. Way to go.
- There it is! - [Both] Wow!
- It is? - We have to make the most of the time we have.